white night


Once the fluorescence has dimmed to fireflies,

the taste of apples long forgotten,

I   retire  my  deeds  to  paper,

wear to water, and dismiss

my outer skins into

five tidy creases:

if     only     my

mind would so

n e a t l y

fold

.  .

.

+CyLindEricAL InsOmNIa+

Image by Mark Cummins via Flickr

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(c) christine DINGLEY 2011
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