Within the ether in Book of Lies.....
- Jan. 3, 2017, 5:40 a.m.
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It is paper. Flat and unexpressive. I hear the wind but it coolness does not touch the skin. Life is not in black and white. It is grey. Unimagined.
Imagination seems all that is left. Shadowy drowsing of the world which should be and should have been. Melted away in regret in choices and the blur of calendar days. I crawl into this void as it has more comfort than the void in whence I came.
A photograph set to long in the sun. It does not fade but bleaches to obscurity.
My footprint is all heel and toe absent of its sole…
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