9.6.2002

September 6, 2002

9.6.2002

late thoughts

Every night I crawl down
To where existence crave,
The precursor to my shadows.

Every night weighs down upon me
A brick
At a time
A stone in my pocket
At a time
Like Virginia Woolf walking into the water,
I drown into a sea of Umbrian dreams:
The predecessor to my being.

Posted on 9.6.2002 at 12:00 AM

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