on the black road of life think not to find
either a friend or lover to your mind;
if you must love, oh then, love solitude,
for solitude alone is true and kind.
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
eighty-fourth night
where have i been this past month?
i have been running.
bar-yuchnei has almost caught up to me. the birds have followed me since the dream.
and i keep seeing two figures. a woman and a boy. a mother and a child.
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