----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- get up and go out i can feel a presence - like a candle flame. small, insignificant, large enough to fill this room. it flickers, wanes, sputters, burns - dangerous, bright, dim, roaring. hecate is here. she is muttering something i am afraid to fully hear. so i lurk in a stranger's bedroom instead, nervous, paging through journals that have been pinned at the piazza so they are as much mine but i am hiding still and with reason. she is playing circles around the sargasso sea. i am at least ankle deep this time and i long to draw her in. they say there are no shores to cling to at the graveyard of ships but if you could look and see what is in here you would know that these ships want losing - protecting nothing but seed from apple core - just look and see what is in here - look and see - the red glow in the bedroom is stifling and i long for some blue. hecate is muttering more. i can see what she is mouthing well enough to understand now and to feel the fear thrill - 'get up and go out.' 10:18 p.m. - 2007-10-03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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