February 2012
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Sunday Morning
Darkness presses in,
my eyes strain to form
remnants of a conscious mind.
But nothing is conjured except
empty, unknown
black.
Out
in the fluorescent world
my sight sharpens
with a piercing blow.
Head throbbing,
soul rotting.
I wade heavily
toward the lighthearted shrieks
of the abstained,
but burning pasts
rise from my chest
yearning to purge themselves.
I burst into the blazing...
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Peculiar travel suggestions are dancing lessons from God.
– Kurt Vonnegut
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