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Tuesday, November 02, 2010


The world, disfigured through the window pane,
appears to me a foreign, foreign beast.
I almost couldn’t say it was the same;
it once knew sharp and clear geometry.

Instead, some other logic speaks to me,
where lines melt wholly into endless flight
and light splits, starlit, into ecstasy;
untimely rains play freely with the eyes
and transient images dance swiftly by.

Emerging from the depths of rainy mess
she enters into view one final time,
delineated clearly from the rest.

But soon, she joins the liquid world out there,
obscured, forgotten – blurred beyond repair.

Thanks, Wordle!