Saturday, September 13, 2008
man is born free, and everywhere he is in chains.
You know how sometimes the false world descends, and lifts up, the slanted glimpse of sunlight just bright enough to rouse the sleeping Unwanted, father of the Unwanted Necessary. That it is only too easy to have him sleep for the next few days, this effortless flick of a wrist, and that it does not hurt - that is what hurts the most, I think. Localising things now, it's all heating up to a mad boil, with the exams for the kids and trying to find that area between the black and white, so as to conduct a fair test for them. The doubts plague, of course they do, have they not because I have not, or have they not because I could not, and it goes on, the swirling of sand grains above the dusty black canopy of underlined expiry dates. Which should be peripheral and inconsequential, but what it is to me is not for the rest of those under my capricious wing.
she procrastinated @ 22:21 |
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