Archives Dec. 29, 2005
Flight 93
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Vindaloo.
The crater rises above you
Men labouring long hours
Couldn't raise such walls
That rose in a moment
From across the field
It was a grass-covered hill
But here is where it fell
Faster than men are meant to fly
Look back along its path
To the open sky from which it came
It streaked ...!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->
Sleep descends disquietly (Comes back for a rematch a few hours later...)
Written by
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in
Snaking.
Rather a slow start today. Got up on time, but didn't sleep particularly well. By the time I'd sat down to work I realised I just wasn't clear-headed enough to be charging anyone for my work. 3 hours of napping later it's already dark out, but at least I feel like I could write a ...