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Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Fog of Clarity



Fog of clarity

I had nearly survived the day. Any longer, and I would have done.
The minute hand had been busy; it had marched around several times;
Only the hours stacked up miserably as if it hadn’t been worth it.
It hadn’t.

The greyness of the day held in suspension
I was enveloped in a cloying fog of clarity.
Chaos was the order of the day.

Night took no prisoners and held me at ransom in a rocking and a tossing,
In a barrel to eternity,
Through a void of light
Ending and starting, finishing and beginning.

On and on and on and on and off.

Isobel Knight©

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