Sooth say
A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Saturday, August 27, 2005
In Sickness and in Health.
Through the fog of dreams
Is the soft hum of the telephone
I'd reach through stars to get it
But my legs are no more real
Than the dream cosmos.
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