Friday, March 7, 2008
punctured
I shouldn't have, but I put the totem back together tonight. Did I feel the energy or simply sit by as my thoughts became mute? My hand was steady and that old wood gave a familiar and calming scent. The chaos was charmed in my unmoving hand. Warm and steady, an unfamiliar sensation graciously punctured me.
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