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"Poetry is the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." Leonard Cohen

Tuesday, January 22, 2013


In the stillness that is night I awake, disoriented, wondering at the dream fleeing my consciousness and the absurd feeling I have that I need to grasp it, hold it close. Then, like a small wave crawling reluctantly back to a beach as the tide goes out, so come bits of dreamscape - you aren't here, you aren't, you—

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