In Small Pieces
a protean life
Wednesday, December 29, 2004
Sleep crawling, and something else
I'm filled with stones.
So many stones, round dark scowling smooth.
All those words flitting in my head,
- sentences - thoughts
all that I wanted to think through,
have suddenly left.
I'm filled with only stones and lassitude.
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