Dreamtime

Member since 2002 · Posted 14 Apr 2004 · 0 comments

Days grow longer each Midday morning. Night time dissolves into a rapid torrent of Consciousness. I am drowning. No you to cling to now, I spin and bob Existence contingent, frail.

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