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flagship

There are thoughts that comfort and there are those that tear asunder - dragging hair by hair underground into winter, into death. Before me, the burgeoning flow shrinks to gasping trickle; one meeting after another at work without me. It becomes clear I am not needed here and my fool cannot withstand the wounded pride enough to think through the wall - that is not barrier but sign to set me in another un-thought of direction. The same room lit differently and a universe abundant enough to set others to sweep clean this floor sending I off to sail a formerly abandoned sea.

5:15 p.m. - 2007-07-10
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