Watching Kubrick leaves me shattered in a foreign haze,
Shedding shadowed skin of my former knowing days,
When all unity of lulling lovely life came playing forward,
And every thought had a name, and every name a smiling gaze.
(Thank you for existing, now to sleep and dreams to hoard.)
Friday, October 09, 2009
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