09 November 2015
07 November 2015
06 November 2015
01 November 2015
2622
2622
It's an improbable hour
When I realize where I am,
Not by this path nor that corner lit,
Nor under any sky,
But within a confine wrought
Myself upon my skin.
Yet as the sun that lesser angle makes
To impediments of its light
Am I by my longer shadow pulled,
And the path and the corner lit
And every sky there is,
Within this confine's brought.
31 October 2015
26 October 2015
24 October 2015
23 October 2015
21 October 2015
18 October 2015
17 October 2015
15 October 2015
14 October 2015
12 October 2015
10 October 2015
2601
2601
Suborned by death,
The small creature on the path
That yet trembled in my palm;
So finely complete
That I knew its grasp in mine.
Fellow traveler,
Entire embodiment,
To an ending entailed
We are by beginning.
09 October 2015
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