Monday 21 December 2009

aS a dRAft

Sunday. Dec 20. UptOP, big rEd. Again.
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Just a quick one. Too cold to retrieve book. Preoccupied with the chatter upstairs... I typed in my phone. Documentation. Saved as a draft.
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Frozen in between the sheaths. The planks. Chinese stars. Barriers. Blue and true. Sky. Endless. We see the same. Hilly view of spikes. Tops and trains. Where I am. Where I want. In the middle of green bumps. Sunshine swirl.

Riverside.

A morning dream.

Blackbird perched. Flies away. Through a hoop... I wonder if it has the same meaning as me jumping.



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