forward and inward we lean toward the next soft spot, the next bright light -- we and all our overtures lead on to not much of a triumph but rather to a better comfort -- upward to a wider vision: we see from our backs the sky in ceiling, sun in lampshade: trace the constellations cracking and water damaged galaxies -- all the eyes to close, all the day to soften -- i am waiting for the moment waiting for me, and i am sorry this is not it
---- when i fall to the rich chocolate milk of golden light and quilted sofa, feel the weight of gravity ease
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While this blog's original purpose was to keep myself honest in my practice of doing daily justwrites-- 10-minute freewrites from some unusual starting points-- it has meandered to occasionally include other sorts of writing, to address other goals, and to even include other authors. Now, its main function is as a sort of verbal/ thought outcropping in public view. These are not polished pieces, and most are completely rough drafts. As some pieces may be developed through revision, your comments are most appreciated.
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