As of this dreer damp soft grey chill morning..
the world in all its sharp obscurity
breaks into my quiet mundane existence
illuminating teasing threatening tending to...
to pull and push raise and squash the tiny rhimed spark
of creativity in every second of every century in each mote of dust
in my atticed cells dancing arc through time...
the world in all its sharp obscurity
breaks into my quiet mundane existence
illuminating teasing threatening tending to...
to pull and push raise and squash the tiny rhimed spark
of creativity in every second of every century in each mote of dust
in my atticed cells dancing arc through time...
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