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*This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper*                                                    -T.S. Eliot October The sun stuck-- hung in the pines all night. It turned out-- forever was a field at dusk, frozen golden-- and the end is endless evening-- final fall. November Snow fell too soon. The edges of  life grew round, golden, padded in ice. December The children hummed, sat in circles, stacked the bones of birds like sticks. Their fathers built fires, sat in circles, screamed at the faces in the flames. January The ones with wild eyes slid from their bodies, flared into foxes, flickered like rubies  in the ferns. Only then did we notice the shadows--- Long blue ghosts slanting off our bodies at angles,                   angels                             pulling us Eastward.
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Jan 17, 2013
Jan 17, 2013 at 1:44 PM UTC
Indigo Hour
*This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper*                                                    -T.S. Eliot October The sun stuck-- hung in the pines all night. It turned out-- forever was a field at dusk, frozen golden-- and the end is endless evening-- final fall. November Snow fell too soon. The edges of  life grew round, golden, padded in ice. December The children hummed, sat in circles, stacked the bones of birds like sticks. Their fathers built fires, sat in circles, screamed at the faces in the flames. January The ones with wild eyes slid from their bodies, flared into foxes, flickered like rubies  in the ferns. Only then did we notice the shadows--- Long blue ghosts slanting off our bodies at angles,                   angels                             pulling us Eastward.
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Jan 17, 2013
Jan 17, 2013 at 1:44 PM UTC
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