Monday, January 31, 2005
Today ushers in a new piece of the spectral construct from which my life will become unraveled, unparalleled, and unseen. With eyes so blind to whites and grays, a blue day will reveal more than words of written men can say.
A moonlit day.
A starless night.
These are the motives from which the bow brings
a crashing wave of ecstascious lament.
Bring forth yourself,
read between the lines,
and find within the page some meaning for your own life.
The starless night.
Grey (6:11 PM)