The Other SiBLING

Created: 07/21/2008 6:45am

Volumes of knowledge drip through your fingers And are quietly funneled back to the old woodshed, overgrown with weeds and broken out windows, smelling of aged, water soaked timber And from there I observe you With every glare With every sound With every head-humming sound and heart-thump...

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Created: 07/02/2010 5:09pm

Emptiness. Not sadness, not depression, regret, or despair. What is it like to feel empty? Even the quiet night feels full, thick; the air moist and creatures wandering. The hollow in our ears makes for the fullness of beautiful music. The space in the empty glass yields inner warmth as the wine is ...

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