urban prayer

Subconscious Connections

Saturday, June 6th, 2009

Little bits of spit, pate and cellophane tape hold the images of

my life together.  I am amazed, that I suddenly don’s spontaneous disintegrate

into cosmic dust.


I must give thanks that I do not evaporate into the ether.  I am thankful for the bits of stickiness that

holds it all together.



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