January 2011
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A Time Piece
I know where you are now. You’re behind the shelves and in the spines twirling between black letters on white canvas falling in unsayable space. Something then, brooding heavy and long started scratching away his tormented past. Meanwhile, you file your own make-believe days in their proper place, haunting as clockwork, concealing nothing because you don’t have to and are elusive by form. Or so it...