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Winter for a moment takes the mind.
Feb. 19th, 2012 11:13 amThis beautiful late-winter sun, an austere light for an austere country whose leafless acres billow out from the point where I am standing.
This town a knot of spidersilk that I am caught in only barely.
These days disappearing down the well of my restlessness.
This need to Make and Move, to dive and wind myself in layers and layers of night and ground and unseen and invented worlds and run, run, run, run.
It's waking up out there, it's very close to morning. It's beating so close to the surface. Do you feel it? When the first buds break I am going to hit the air screaming like magnesium fire.
This town a knot of spidersilk that I am caught in only barely.
These days disappearing down the well of my restlessness.
This need to Make and Move, to dive and wind myself in layers and layers of night and ground and unseen and invented worlds and run, run, run, run.
It's waking up out there, it's very close to morning. It's beating so close to the surface. Do you feel it? When the first buds break I am going to hit the air screaming like magnesium fire.
