Late September, Afternoon Thoughts

Attention to detail is, to the unconscious, like a starving mule–morsels of the day enhance darker appetites. 

“Please,” says the mule, “hurry with the twilight.” 

When sunset finally comes, the sweet grass of dream feeding gets eaten at last. 

Stuff I think about in meetings. 

Day night, our hooves prancing…

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