floating
down
softly silently
floating
with a sense
of weightlessness
lost in dreams of lastnight. i think i will convert to the religion of snow. to float gently. to fall from stars. i have been sleeping for a hundred million years. my shape, an abstractrion. spirit traveling far in the night for a conversation. a sacramental landscape. friendship. i drift on...
endlessly.
a moment of reprieve held gently
in a moment. so innocent, harmless. with the ability to change everything.
the snow falls. on heavy eyelids. wrapped in comfort.
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Hey. Do you know when we're meeting next for pedagogy? Are we starting tomorrow (Tuesday) or next Tuesday?
i thought we were meeting on thursdays this semester. 10-11:30. please not tuesday! i am not available. tuesdays i slip off the face of the earth.
Oh, Thursday? Okay. Sounds good. :-)
I forgot.
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