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here we are. and the glow of the sunset fading.
the mockingbird rattatting its arsenal of sound.
fans humming. their silicon lungs. the computers'.
yawns and keyboards tapping. laughter alone in the dark.
the monitor shines like the moon.

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xp85goblin
Jul. 10th, 2001 02:42 am (UTC)
I like that
firecat
Jul. 10th, 2001 04:07 am (UTC)
I'm glad you like it.
elynne
Jul. 10th, 2001 05:45 pm (UTC)
mmm... poetical
I like that. I've been feeling poetical myself recently, though I haven't yet begun to exercise those muscles. The poetical sense inside is starting to stir anyway, though, fed by the fog and overcast, crows and ripening cherries, proximity to ocean and redwood. This place is a barely-tamed wilderness on the thin boundary of two ancient places. It's full of magic. Magic, in my head, translates into poetry. I think I'll be writing it down soon. Otherwise it may creep out of my head on its own, and waking up with your head wrapped in blackberry vines isn't the most comfortable feeling. ;)
firecat
Jul. 10th, 2001 10:22 pm (UTC)
Re: mmm... poetical
that's pretty darn poetical itself
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