Mayhaps it's cuz I'm ever so fatigued...



It's Monday, 10:20PM, and I'm still at work. Having just sent off the last thing I can possibly write today (well, except this blog entry), I finally started reading my email from this morning. This poem was in it. I'm too tired to begin to understand what it means -- all I know is that it's incredibly surreal and beautiful. Delicious words all strung together in a really amazing way. I enjoyed running my eyes over it. Maybe you will, too. Or not. Whatevah. G'night.



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