Sunday, August 29, 2010

Poetry 2010-08-29 T00:11 Z-7

The first time this year a day at 74*F.
A finally bearable Sol Invictius.
A chill in the air, a need for the trench coat.
Recently unemployed, but I feel as if a calm has come over me. Like the battle between my Day Side and Night Side are in balance. My mastery of responsibilities still flucuates, still much to do.
But as the "stuff" the Night is made of thickens, I feel more at home, a sanctuary in the dark.

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