From a9257e694fd1ff5832b9da1d6a98642f55dbc5b6 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Sun, 11 Aug 2019 21:22:31 -0700 Subject: [PATCH] #8 --- content/008.md | 31 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 1 file changed, 31 insertions(+) diff --git a/content/008.md b/content/008.md index 5e3e5c4..d8585b5 100644 --- a/content/008.md +++ b/content/008.md @@ -41,6 +41,37 @@ Guilty, conspirator. All from years later. The color thing comes and goes, like you. +April 8, 2004 + +``` +The undersides + off gray + of clouds + drift + while I + on the path + stand + above + where the crow flies + me. +Off + with purple + gray, I + wandering + ponder, should + in a perfect + were there such a thing + world + be a + though the word is plain + color with it's own + to name + as they say + creates + word. +It soothes. +``` + Sometimes I'm overcome by the numinous. Sometimes it's colors, sometimes it's you, sometimes it's a silence swelling within my chest, stealing breath. > He would be riding on the subway or writing formulas on the blackboard or having a meal or (as now) sitting and talking to someone across a table, and it would envelop him like a soundless tsunami.