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By chris Date: 2004 Mar 24 Comment on this Work [[2004.03.24.00.45.16596]] |
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fever-like dreams this morning several in a row of reconcilliation and forgiveness and lust thrown somewhere in the mix. you and i just out of the cold warm in a house somewhere when it would hit me that this wasn't a dream this was real... but inevitably in my joy i would see something clearly not of the world and that told me exactly where i was. so this is the way the first two ended. in the third the ending came when we realized that the house was burning and we could not get out. for some reason i woke thinking of t.s. eliot and why is april the cruelest month anyway? college was a long time ago. i can't remember. doesn't matter - it's march 23rd and i can count. soon i will find out. |