That's great! it's like you feel the claw very hard and then the fulness of time is able to let it go, you're freed ... well it's my understanding ... I may be wrong!! but yet I feel it this way!
you're not wrong :) I love your comments, Beatrice! I was trying to get at how inescapable insomnia together with writing is - how they feed on one another in a creative way yet destroy your peace of mind, too. Sometimes, a sense of time growing and expanding again seems to reassert itself, but only after you've written something, destroyed something. It sounds terribly dramatic, doesn't it! That's lack of sleep for you....
nice and black!
This is so me every night try to sleep but poems keep clawing at me...but I know no fullness of time, there is never enough time, so many poems:-)
yep :) you have the writer's clock, alright x
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