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a new way of looking at... writings >> carl klouda >> cage of days |
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Why this cage? Why now? Days put into boxes. Measured Length, width, height. The volume of each marked by sunrise and moon, no marker distinguishing. Each day could be the same, unmoved, unchanged, and alls the more little i know. Am i to be locked in this uneasiness of waking and sleeping? Never knowing where the one ended and the other began? Seeing the morning sun but still sensing the moon, and watching the early dew burn off in the cold light of polaris. The boxes have been shaken, their contents mix, and i in the center stand mute. Why this cage? why now? |