Saturday, September 22, 2007
DEATH OR SUNRISE
Here I sit early in the morning. Odd, I think. Words alike, but different, or not? Morning. Mourning. Each night my head snuggles into it’s pillow rest. Centuries of unresolved issues put to unconscious test. My head, a single station of cosmic mainframe. A new morn. heavy from a full night of attempted sorting. I Mourn. I mourn the lack of validation my input receives. Common thoughts, reasonable requests, simple questions Things I need to know. Morning, a monitor of life replies Improper...
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