September 2010
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Still in progress...feedback welcome
Last night I dreamt the world cocooned itself while we slept
The frayed edges of the earth wrenched in, like desiccated rose petals
Setting sun and furling horizons: a mirrored choreography of opposite movement
Red mixed with green mixed with blue mixed with violet mixed with gray, and then, slowly, the color of dark was formed
And so, we kept breathing
A capturing and comforting canopy,...