Well, it began like a poem...
Sometimes, I miss the horizon--
that almost non-existent distinction between earth and sky
which reminds me of sailors and astronomers,
star charts and sunsets.
Or the sunrise sparkling in my eyes.
The sunrise is a new day, but facing it you see the past.
At sunset, if you could reach the horizon and look "over," you'd see tomorrow.
Right?
Seems strange to me how anyone can be a morning person.
...and it ended with some oddly formed logic she wasn't sure made any sense.
posted by Lark at 12:02 AM
3 Comments:
I like that, my brilliant sister.
5:34 PM
Coming from a professional logician, I'd say the logic is fairly sound.
Of course, the last time I tried to analyze poetry semantically I was beaten by a band of blithering bandits who brandished bound bibles of beatnik bedevilment. But I digress.
2:29 AM
i miss you lark.
love,
linds
6:20 PM
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