10 July 2008
singularly punctuated dream theory
the sounds from the dark places of heart and head give me pause to think about joy and silence and longing for the comfort of an embrace and the feel of flesh and warmth the blindness of sleep and dreams in sepia in color in gray-scales of memory and regret and finally in the sound of breath escaping slowly a river of thought to be punctuated by slowed beats of life and the staccato rhythms shared by machines and beast and woman and man all seeking this place the quiet after all the noise and pollution and dust and motion to dwell in our buried desires and cemeteries of old wounds and older passions and new ideas and newer possibilities an eye drifts frantically around seeking nothing only solace.
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