04-30-2011, 08:11 PM
Sunrays pirouette through my window blind,
a thousand feet determined to fill
the shadows of my stale room.
And today I welcome it. Their dance of light
on book covers piled high on either side
of my dusty stereo. Brushing their bare ankles
against the spines of DVD cases. There are
moments of joy even in sadness, be it chemical
or no, when the weight lifts for just a second,
and you feel your shoulders ease like wings.
a thousand feet determined to fill
the shadows of my stale room.
And today I welcome it. Their dance of light
on book covers piled high on either side
of my dusty stereo. Brushing their bare ankles
against the spines of DVD cases. There are
moments of joy even in sadness, be it chemical
or no, when the weight lifts for just a second,
and you feel your shoulders ease like wings.
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe