Apr 13, 2006 23:31
Every moment that I am away from work I spend recovering from the shock of what I did there, a paralyzed state of remembrance and disbelief of the absurd nucleus my hours orbit. I draw a breath of halted air and wait:
Breathe galaxies of comfort into me, for you have a breath that is the stuff of suns.
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your benefactor,
- Lee
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