2005/10/14

The stone feels cool on my bare toes. I can't see the roof. No windows. That doorway...




I see a light, an angry orange light scuttering along the floor. I'm on a balcony (?)


within


the belly of an abandoned cathedral.






I am an obelisk of flesh, a monument to hestitation, a procrastinator's headstone.

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