18 Aug 2006

Night falls, like death, but not as so quiet, after all.

Night falls, room for wanderlust to spill into the bones.

Night falls, desire that overcomes me now awakening.

Night falls, darkness like a negative entity, more than alone.

Night falls, but even the endless black is not so endless.

Night falls, this world of form more like the primordial chaos.

Night falls, stark awake and slouching toward a dream.

posted by John H. Doe @ 12:01 am

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