a tossing warm night
a strange but familiar feeling in the throat
as pollen explores the spring
the cat is wild
under the influence of
open windows
wake and sleep
sleep and wake
7:30 am
it's very cold in the living room
the reddish sun coming up over the city
i come awake
reading the last words of the buddha:
All conditioned things are subject to decay. Strive with diligence.
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