"Someday I'll walk away and be free...I'll leave without a forwarding address and walk across some barren wilderness to drop the world there. Then wander free of care like an unemployed Atlas."
April 21, 2003
'tween the copper sun and silver moon,
I weave my dreams and fantasies,
the surreal spindle spins
my yarns of insanity,
I wear the sheath
to cover my life,
impenetrable.
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