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Sunday, January 09, 2005

Bright Shining Lies

I've definitely got running on my mind (Am I running towards something, running from something, running in one big circle? What if what I'm runnning towards/from, turns out to be the same thing?). My sleep was filled with images of flight, of chases and crashes, scenes of beauty and uncontrolled madness. This morning I can recall some of the pictures, they are like bright shining fragments from a broken vase, sitting in shattered pieces at my feet. I have no inclination to try to put the pieces together. I am happy to live with the incoherence of both my dreams and my life. Holding a few bright, shining, fragments in my mind's eye, just might be enough.

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