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June 29, 2004
The Artificial Horizon
Playing quietly through the fir tree and eking through the dirty pane
Patchy sunlight dapples the stained carpeting
Cackle and squeak, the discord of the birds
They must have missed their song lessons
Dark and bitter is my brew
Pulling moisture from my hungry mouth even as is sates with its warmth
An ancient text lies before me common words, uncommon truth
It is my manna from heaven
The clock looks like an artificial horizon
Telling me that I’m flying straight
Posted by paul at June 29, 2004 09:44 AM
Comments
you're either weird or brilliant. I haven't figured out which.
Posted by: Matt at June 30, 2004 09:55 AM
Thanks for reading a married person's blog.
I could be brilliant... the jury is still out on that one. But it has already been concluded that I am weird. :)
Posted by: paul at June 30, 2004 10:16 AM
Most brilliant people are weird.
Posted by: H at June 30, 2004 12:25 PM
weird also throws back to the post that no one thought worthy of commenting on... last saturdays: http://www.lonestrangers.com/blogs/paul/archives/000645.html
I thought it was good... of course I also thought that the dream post was good too.
Posted by: paul at June 30, 2004 03:49 PM