Thoughts on an empty space
As the world kept him thinking in turns so would the blank, empty, undiluted space in the upper right corner of his unimaginative American blog. It left itself for last - as if it knew it was much too smart for him - as if the search bar that had once been there was an overture to another space in time - as if that corner meant more than it really did.
As the world kept him thinking in turns so would the blank, empty, undiluted space in the upper right corner of his unimaginative American blog. It left itself for last - as if it knew it was much too smart for him - as if the search bar that had once been there was an overture to another space in time - as if that corner meant more than it really did.
needless
Dry spell… nothing to report… the wind has died… the rains have stopped… the world is moving in continuous sunlight. There is time to rest… time to spend alone in the field… time to contemplate the endless unfolding.
© 2007 [mturro: in plain sight]. 
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