turn a different corner and the score is odd
even up the balance and the change spills out
no good can come of running ragged the wrong way round
ground albums and peppered sheets
streets paved with crickets and dogs walking themselves home
forgive us for our troubles visited on others
save us from our reflections and the echoes that we feel
steal that cool dark moment to keep beside in dreams
the wonder of comfort so far away from now --
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side note
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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