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By chris Date: 2006 Apr 12 Comment on this Work [[2006.04.12.14.51.8360]] |
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Leaving you asleep in a dark room smelling like spring because the window is open, I watch the moon - almost glowing through the skittering clouds - go black, then suddenly luminescent and I wonder if the sky possesses something like prescience to know that tomorrow it will be day. So I go back to you, tracing my way in the dark. Of course it's true: One day we too will be subtracted by God's math - one moment so radiant we almost glow, the next invisible. But until then know we're not divisible by anything. |