Falling asleep on the scanner, and waking up blind and realizing that I have stars trapped in my beard, and the world has stopped, and raindrops taste like tears from a forgotten goddess.
November 13, 2004
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"Ashes, ashes, all fall down."
--Ring Around the Rosies (Children's Song)
"...and we commit his body to the ground; earth to earth; ashes to ashes, dust to dust."
--Book of Common Prayer (Anglican)
We are intelligent ash. Eventually we crumble and become dust. Do the echoes of our thoughts sift through living ghosts and smudge inspiration on strange minds?
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