The goldness on the cloudless griddle. In the middle. Shouldn't burn.
I could measure my life in coffee spoons, I could measure my life in the ebb and the flow, the splash of angry froth over the rocks, the pools of saline that remain in shallow valleys between the aging boulders, pools for wading, watching and waiting the waxing and waning.
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The goldness on the cloudless griddle. In the middle. Shouldn't burn.
I could measure my life in coffee spoons, I could measure my life in the ebb and the flow, the splash of angry froth over the rocks, the pools of saline that remain in shallow valleys between the aging boulders, pools for wading, watching and waiting the waxing and waning.
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Uploaded on May 9, 2008
Taken on February 13, 2008