Monday, September 29, 2014
Monday
Rich red and orange flames
Perfect form, surging, undulating
Burning hot with a purpose
The fair-haired flax
Wrapping, engulfing, purging
Freeing invisible denying bonds
Rolling up mounds and spires
Across the prominent knolls
Down through the dell and gorge
Burning and healing
Filtering, cleaning
Distilling the sully
Against a smoky blue sky
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Friday Music - Kenia Os
Too many nights this week out late. I'm in for the evening! Something smooth...
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Another year down. Was in New Orleans, Savannah, Chicago, the Great Wilderness, and San Francisco. I had one of the better years of my life.
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This reminds me so freaking much of 83 and 84... I remember when a muse tried to trick me. She pretended to hate something she was to see...
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I like when you rub up against me, as you make sure no one is looking. I just prefer the direct approach. Let's find a quieter place.
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