Sunday, May 17, 2009

Orienting the Senses [May 16th | 123/365]

The bark and scream of the bird beneath my window cleaves the air setting pressure upon fragile tactility threatening to collapse into floating nothing

The sky through my page-shaped window is aged frightful and unwavering in hue and emotion blue as the memories my brain is unable to bear on my consciousness

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