Monday, December 11, 2006

A Sunless Day

I know I won't
find my way home,
even if I could
locate the street.

The snow makes it quiet
and the ice fog
creates a blur,
pathway to dreams
that slows my heart.

I breathe responsibly,
in and out, nearly
drowsy with peace,
peace of the ganzfeld,
calm before a storm.


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