orgami's Diaryland
Diary
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Kalamity Dwelt
I remember the weight of the run
resting in my hands
fingers feeling the curve
sunshine splashing
and dusk not distant
not as distant as the day woke from dreams
emerge to the laybrynth
decorum of rooms
devoid and full of
voice
the warm hunger
the consumed
the patterns resting
like an empty feast and I hold it
and there is a hot breeze
that rustles deep in the
undergrowth where
thoughts harbour
imagination
deep in the thorns
deep in the dry dust
of years .....
11:34 a.m. - 2011-04-20
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