Thursday, February 18, 2010
Hazardous - Kaye Doiron
It would be hazardous to my health to delve into the hazards of deep thought today, or even to gaze upon the unconscious dribblings of my fingers as I try to make my way through the muck. Instead, I will skirt along the outer edge of consciousness, and refuse to go any farther.
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This feels like a perfect prose poem - the rhythm is so precise! I love the notion of skirting along the outer edge of consciousness and refusing to go any father. We have all been there.
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