cobaltika

i don’t really think it is *that* morbid. i think he is rather beautiful. we were able to be very close to him and see the texture and color of his fur which was quite amazing. he was not visibly damaged. in fact, appeared to be napping at the edge of the road. the crossing and gesture of his front paws is graceful and what i admired most. he is heavily cropped, so the open eye that eliminates the fantasy of a creature merely at rest is not visible.

i am up too early. no oversleeping today. further contemplation of yesterday’s dream occurred. even after writing the details, it became clear that the act of having to get all the organizing of the photos and negatives complete before clearing the path to the open door (out of the “office”) was obviously about my failed “plan”. that by the time the girls left home, i would have my debt and life in order and be “free”. ha. NOT. it has not happened. and i am no closer. only more fearful and bound.

my poet and i dined on southwestern soup, ideas and possibilities last evening.
and white peaches for dessert.

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i don’t really think it is *that* morbid. i think he is rather beautiful. we were able to be very close to him and see the texture and color of his fur which was quite amazing. he was not visibly damaged. in fact, appeared to be napping at the edge of the road. the crossing and gesture of his front paws is graceful and what i admired most. he is heavily cropped, so the open eye that eliminates the fantasy of a creature merely at rest is not visible.

i am up too early. no oversleeping today. further contemplation of yesterday’s dream occurred. even after writing the details, it became clear that the act of having to get all the organizing of the photos and negatives complete before clearing the path to the open door (out of the “office”) was obviously about my failed “plan”. that by the time the girls left home, i would have my debt and life in order and be “free”. ha. NOT. it has not happened. and i am no closer. only more fearful and bound.

my poet and i dined on southwestern soup, ideas and possibilities last evening.
and white peaches for dessert.

This entry was posted on Thursday, September 21st, 2006 at 2:44 pm and is filed under random, canonA620. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. Responses are currently closed, but you can trackback from your own site.