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Tuesday, January 11, 2011


Red veins lay
like rivers and streams
on the whites of my eyes,
winding their lazy way
across small earths of white.
They twist and twitch,
I rub and itch- night
comes creeping
ever steady, and they
cannot fight it.

Me and my crazy sleep patterns.
C'est la vie.

1 comment:

alia said...

the riverstreamearth imagery is wonderful. and it leads me to the weariness of winter... hopefully your sleep gets back to normal, or better at least. (mine is on the fritz lol.)