for Friday Fictioneers, November 9, 2012.
How to describe it? The grief is heavy, distinctly. Regret, fear, and misgivings. The experience is prominent, yet so difficult to explain. Actuality gives way to traces, as if patterned into nature, something that should have been known all along, but not possible to identify. This mix of things – complexity – the oversight of choices. Myopia, like scales, and the fracturing, the cloud. Peering and peering, inside and out, straining for meaning, for reasons. Dimly opaque, only powerful suggestion, like lace over frost.
N Filbert 2012
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