Monday, March 14, 2011

Sunmore

The slanting rays of 8 am hit the blinds stricking me blind but i don't mind. Time to rise.
The glare off the TV is nothing less than celestial. Time running out dogs my every step
like a beast from hell. Chimes ring out like the knell of death. The smell of dog's breath
sears the air with steam and dream.  When you move closer to the light you will see what i mean.

1.14.2003

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