are out there.
16 May 2002 / 4:25 p.m.
from an email to a puzzle piece:
i had a dream last night that i was lost in a funeral plain of gray ash.
i found an old oak tree growing next to a barren stream. i climbed in its branches. when i climbed back down i was in a forest of oaks. sunlight and rain became prisms, and i fell asleep with my back against my tree surrounded by light and color.
it was an amazing thing; i wish i could show it to you.
being angry last night wore me out. anger is so exothermic. not long ago i had no heat to spare. now i can feel it rolling off my fingertips and out of my mouth. she is a catalyst and a thousand other things.
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