Sunday, November 1, 2009

Under the White Light


When the world around me is occupied by shades of muted greyish blue, matte jade, and wrinkled ochre I long for brevity of stark white, crisp in its spartan fashion, enslaved to reflection and illumination of those demure and daily lies we tell to put on a good face.

"I felt he'd found my letters and read each one out loud,
I prayed that he would finish, but he just kept right on..."

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