Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Not Falling But Savored

An ascetic yet! Backwards thread, a mystical degree. Remember eating as a child?

Actual skin with cinnamon. Pleasure into play after I read. That remains a deliverance.

These days can't for prayer. Marriage a far embracing. Some faux going backwards.

Less simpler longer. I don't want to sustain meaning. Maybe glow inner peace.

Early stars, clouds, coffee. Fog and northern broken. I love dearly bright yellow.

She right now. Finished a supermarket hi. One set aside not falling but savored.

Differently intensely. New ground, ghost story.

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