15 things about me, now slightly hyper-linked
Kairos

Summer's End

All too briefly, the air was still, warm, a blanket of calm

 

Unlike Damocles, not given to flattery

yet a single hair bears the dagger twisting overhead 

revealing not the perils of power, but of Limbo

or the vain grasp for illusory freedom

 

Now the air is charged, cooling, crawling over my skin like

ants over a pool of spilled honey

 

It never was summer; it was a trick of the mind.

 

2012-09-17 11.50.51
2012-09-17 11.50.51
2012-09-17 11.50.51

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