Sunday, November 18, 2007

A sudden heaviness from who knows where.

I retreat into myself for warmth and companionship

but come up empty-handed

and cold

[Is all that we see or seem...]




This morning I arrived at my door at 6 a.m.
alone again
and layed in bed
until 9 a.m.
and wondered, in between foreign dreams,
How?
A rhetorical question.

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