All my writing got into trouble while I was away.
It piled up in the middle of the floor and became a storm.
There were impossible animals and fires, lightning and water-moons.
When I got home, all the pages were gone and the room was blazing
with the miraculous luminance that shines forth from your eyes.

Feb 14, 2012

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