Terrorized by my own brain, upon release from thunderous shackling and crashling dreams, I set out for the Grand Canyon equipped with alcohol and books about perception. I seek transformation. I seek shelter. I awoke and wrote these words in a foreign handwriting not quite my own:
"There's sorrow in residual,
and perfume in tomorrow."
I am gripped.
January 6, 2012
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