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The writer sits and ponders, filled with empty silent dread, ‘Sorry, this word cannot be found’ the smug spellchecker says. Weary of petty complications he drifts, searching for inspiration, soaring through the African sky with glorious, lofty liberation. The yellow plains stretch far below herds of buffalo, running free the lions hide amongst the grass dotted around sandarac trees. He soars now, over snow-capped peaks tableclothed in angry cloud, by eagles, gliding with their young their talons stretched in readiness silhouetted in the fiery sun. He conjures now, Fijian sand, lazy swaying palms crashing frothy, roaring waves; silky banana *** A sparkling ocean glittering, caked with yellow icing, just a mirror for the setting sun. But then wings of grace are stripped and he plummets towards uncertainty, falling back to swivel chair, staring at desk lamps, coffee, burgundy. The rain drizzles down outside, the heating pours through well-placed vents as Chinese Communism awaits: confronting, mocking, dense.
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Jun 15, 2012
Jun 15, 2012 at 11:33 PM UTC
Dreamscape
The writer sits and ponders, filled with empty silent dread, ‘Sorry, this word cannot be found’ the smug spellchecker says. Weary of petty complications he drifts, searching for inspiration, soaring through the African sky with glorious, lofty liberation. The yellow plains stretch far below herds of buffalo, running free the lions hide amongst the grass dotted around sandarac trees. He soars now, over snow-capped peaks tableclothed in angry cloud, by eagles, gliding with their young their talons stretched in readiness silhouetted in the fiery sun. He conjures now, Fijian sand, lazy swaying palms crashing frothy, roaring waves; silky banana *** A sparkling ocean glittering, caked with yellow icing, just a mirror for the setting sun. But then wings of grace are stripped and he plummets towards uncertainty, falling back to swivel chair, staring at desk lamps, coffee, burgundy. The rain drizzles down outside, the heating pours through well-placed vents as Chinese Communism awaits: confronting, mocking, dense.
copyright 2012, David J. Goodwin Jun 16, 2012
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Jun 15, 2012
Jun 15, 2012 at 11:33 PM UTC
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