I AM DISLOCATED
My reach is out of reach; the sedate manners
of the sun and moon have calmed me now. It
is six in the morning, and everything around me
remains dark - cold and wet, and dark. This
chunk of coffee tries as it can to placate my
anxious mind. What if it never gets light again?
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December is so good for that - those weeks before
official Winter which command anyway that they are
Winter - you be damned. The new cold air and
wind again, bringing forth everything almost as
noxious and frozen as a bad dream would bring.
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So, I'll sit, and to Hell with the rest - with a
lightbulb on, at my side, I can read and write, I
can think through this effort, can weather
this fight, to try and somehow make
something of myself anew.
this fight, to try and somehow make
something of myself anew.
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