SAnd there I was and there I am and there I thought I will be.
All that I was and am was laid out
Things that I thought I knew were shown to be false.
All the little things around me are in flux, and drifting on the wind
Curtains close, and I cannot see the outside world.
The lamp's brightness blinds me.
The doorway opens.
Out there is a thing. A thing undescribable.
Out there is a thing. A thing I cannot see.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
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