orgami's Diaryland Diary

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great misery

are there unblemished
rooms left

palpable parables to
grist on palates

is it humdrum like
the business of summer
drone

but not now
Winter is here
gracing her throne

stitched night
full of light
of amperage and
boisterous stars

the furnace hungry
appetite glows
and I sit further
and further away

there is not one
anymore

not one to count
the blessing of
this darkness
sweeping in like
deep water

...

9:16 p.m. - 2010-10-23

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