aosid's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - i sat for a while neath a piercing sky. the field cut just a bit deeper without an overbearing shepherd. i sat in my best gargoyle pose and felt that rare shy radiance settle and sting and illuminate. i'm changing still - i'm not quite set into rough stone and wrong lines. it's just the coarseness of winter hide, the defiant stoicism in weathering holding me still. bits of sadness and hope, scars and breath, skin and rain - they're weaving themselves into down, into chiton, into bark, into me. and i'm learning to live in the hours before life, the nights between. i'm so far from freezing, from petrification, from heat death-- and i'm so far from being over it. 4:42 a.m. - 2011-09-27 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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