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[grindmonkeh]

Until today the sun
was but a dark deep
hole in the sky,
and the dawn a
mourning of
the passing night.
Tears of darkness in
reverse cleanse the
cold dimension
secrets of the soul,
withered and kept
from this light...

This rantor plagued me while I was golfing today...I don't know where thoughts like these come from, perhaps they are apparitions of my subconscious? Anyhow, my journal seemed the perfect place to park this spastic ode to nothing. Perhaps I'll use it for something...add to it...tweak it...or trash it. (*funny thought*->if anything, it might at least give the two people that read this tripe something to do for ten seconds or so...)

Comments

give the two people that read this ...

[samuraipunch.livejournal.com]

Hrmmm must be someone else grind... I don't read this... Jlee does tho... but not me... I wonder who the other person is... Either that or you can't count. :P

gotta wonder....

[jennylee.livejournal.com]

You have to wonder where thoughts like this come from. I'm still attached to the "Idea Fairy" concept... she flies around and *poof* suddenly you have an idea, but if you don't catch it she's gone and it's lost...

It's nice when you catch it. Words are good.