At times my life seems to hear a long way off.
I hear the traffic in Cairo, in Kuala Lumpur,
The excited small occasions, the minor miracles.
I remain in the house and no one sees me.
It is like that childhood day when, alone,
solitary with my blindness, I heard a long turtle ease
herself from the shadows in a boathouse,
pulling forward through doors of darkness.


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do check it out, if you curious. i've got stuff on it...
peace,
Lansing
Posted by: Lansing Day | February 21, 2013 at 12:19 AM