12.01.2014
9.27.2014
9.16.2014
4.15.2014
4.09.2014
"Unresting death, a whole day nearer now."
I work all day, and get half-drunk at night.
Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare.
In time the curtain-edges will grow light.
Till then I see what’s really always there:
Unresting death, a whole day nearer now,
Making all thought impossible but how
And where and when I shall myself die.
Arid interrogation: yet the dread
Of dying, and being dead,
Flashes afresh to hold and horrify.
4.02.2014
3.26.2014
3.03.2014
A road.
I work hard.
I beat on walls and skulls.
I run up stairs, most significant stairs.
I work hard.
The road is all. The road is all. The road is all.
I beat on walls and skulls.
I run up stairs, most significant stairs.
I work hard.
The road is all. The road is all. The road is all.
2.05.2014
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1.02.2014
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