föstudagur, apríl 02, 2010


Waning three-quarters, and I've been following its arc across from telephone pole to rooftop this whole night. Tap tap tap, and another orb follows me the while. It rolls under his brow where he lies, ears pinned back and paws tucked up, back arched for a smooth plunge into whatever dream offers itself next.

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tristan sagði...

they sleep "on our behalf"

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