The ringing phone, an ocean
“Though the seas threaten, they are merciful,” says Ferdinand, “I have cursed them without cause.” *
Insomnia. Sometimes I have it. I used to have it more.
The point is that not having it has kept me from something maybe you are able to do without it: sort. arrange. decode. unearth. etc.
It is easy to forget how to separate fear and love, like Ferdinand. It is easy to remember. It is another to sort.
The wells inside you, glisten.
There are many seas, but there is also the scent of jasmine. There are many seas, but there are also many secrets. I wake, I wander, I hold a place in my hand to get through the day.
March 18, 2009 | No Comments
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