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Thursday, July 23, 2009

False Start #14

At night, I will sit on the beach of my desire, thinking: How many books to bend? What languages to learn? How many songs to warble off against the darkness? What fine beauties to baste myself upon?

They are all glowing ships on the horizon, their lanterns burning fast towards the shore. To see them better, I climb the nearby lighthouse. There I see more ships from the better vantage. I am happy, and overcome by this sudden increase. I can guide more ships home, their cargoes already swelling in my soul.

I am about to murmur a sign of my contentment until there in the distance, almost out of sight, I see a bigger, taller lighthouse.

posted by ferret at 10:57 pm  

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