Sleep is wrong.

30Jan07

Vise-jawed (sawing teeth whilst sawing logs,) I wrest faceless apparitions of familiarity the old ghosts’ haunting grounds, ripping layers of nearly transparent gauze off old guarded wounds and scabs are pulled; they bleed anew.  Each movement, mechanized to repeat the outcome of the input, feels like I am running up descending escalator steps while looking [...]

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