Sunday, January 24, 2010


i awoke to a world
washed with gray
the wet colors dripped
in muted hues
swirling together
forming deep, foreboding
tidal pools
waves, foam roaring
upon the bleached shoreline
an akward step
over rocky terrain
i stumble down
my face planted
in the fresh mud
it is rich and soft
i can taste the millenia
and forgotten lands

below me
the ground opens
i slip into darkness
quiet and stillness
reign in this place
of sensory deprivation
there is time to contemplate
if i really exist

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