Comes the dark rain of
notions and ideas.
Plaguing all that is seen,
sometimes in a dream.
Eyes closed so long,
never to open painlessly.
Thought’s effortless critique;
what remains is silence.
Better close this book now,
it’s getting loud in here.

by Chris Pfeifer on Saturday, October 30, 2010

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