Wednesday, December 20, 2006


Suddenly there is time.
Father Time fell off the shelf and limping will lavish me with a stretch of clocklessness. I cast off my corporate identity, a dog without a dog tag, an unringed bird and return to cyclical, natural living. There will be space for emptiness and wordless thoughts. So I enter the spiralling flow and gamble on eternal life in the quiet of night.

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