"The glacier knocks in the cupboard, The desert sighs in the bed, And the crack in the teacup opens A lane to the land of the dead."

-W.H. Auden

Friday, April 22, 2022

With Wings


Spiraling like ancient knowledge

Everything hangs in a still eternal moment, like a pause between breaths. 

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It was 6:30 in the evening or thereabouts, on April 22, 2019. I had an idea, took a breath, gathered my courage and set it whirling. It hasn't stopped yet. 


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