A Cargo of Green Hearts
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the fall visited me again
this year, as it said it would as everyone said it would. I went on being a vacant star among the denuded maple branches. shirking my duty to generate light. get lost, I said to the navigators fuck all of you. before the druids built their alchemic stone playgrounds there were no seasons; the snow was a thing and so was a blade of grass. you could see them together if you liked, lying down like lion and lamb. there was no need to shiver, to walk off into the biting dark. since then everything has been pulled apart, forced to live in separate apartments. if I am not whole in speech and being the clocks are to blame. there was a time when time didn’t matter—when the sun shone whenever you wanted it to. I was fortunate to have a pocket full of pebbles then— no one to tell me they were not gold. these and similar thoughts occur to me when I am far from the memory of home. Comments are closed.
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