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synchronaut. 25 May 2003 / 5:11 a.m. i am smoking the 62nd cigarette of my relapse. i am under an old tree, sitting on the deck under my window. i can see the moon: she is a broken crescent behind the tree, smooth curves and softness for the heads of the leaves. there is a strand of jet exhaust far overhead, falling down across the sky, and the smoke is rising to meet it. sunlight is spilling up over the mesa. it is a wave, it is coming, every day. hosted by diaryland. |