The Lady of the Lambs, a Shepherdess of Sheep

Her flocks are thoughts. She keeps them white...
She holds her little thoughts in sight,
Though gay they run and leap.
She is so circumspect and right;
She has her soul to keep.
-- Alice Meynell

Thursday

sun shadows

in the sun shadows there are more than five fingers, I give me 6 or 7.


there is nothing in the general, at least not specific.


a pool shark, a bar drunk, a drunk bar, an old song, a sour pick up line, a decline, a way home, a bed.


what is it when the something is nothing, and the nothing is something?

a night sky on Egypt with its Pyramids perfectly aligned, we can all see the belt. the same world, just hundreds of miles away.


a microcosm. 

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