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2002-03-06 I am feeling better (crossing fingers) thank god. No pneumonia for me during finals week, next week. Maybe some oxygen-deprived free write for now: The tide pulls back, the throttle shudders, and air rises to let slip the whole horizon suddenly. As if it never existed. Point A to point B of the lake: of the corner of my eyes. Wanting to peel back my eyelids, shuck them of their skin so that I may see that which I've never seen. Even, if it is blindness... that greets my suddenly exposed perfect circles. |