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::imaginative introspection::

Imagine that all life is an illusion. All that exists is this moment. No past, no future, each memory, every plan, a part of the illusion. Life, in a photograph.

Do you like the image of yourself?

Friday, October 9, 2009

october

october winds whip around her figure,
standing naked, barefoot in the field beside the house.

october raindrops fall on her skin,
shivering, pale against the night.

he walks out to wrap her in a blanket,
standing side by side they look into the lasting dark
wondering what lies just out of sight.

october night envelops two figures,
clinging, desperate in the night.

october morning brings gentle sun,
waking two figures, slowly.

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