dogs_bark_somewhere crOwl and i hear them in their distant punctuation black on white dark on light footprints on virgin snow bothered by the unknown, they break the silence like the bones morning needs to wlk upon to get where it's going and it goes to where it always does: the place of forgiveness 051215 ... crOwl it is the evening of your best day. outside you hear the sun set into the sea hissing like the kissing of lips on your feverish brow. what has no shadow has no strength to live you told me, it's something czeslaw milosz said. and i'm thinking, so i have to be out there under the sun. i have to be in the light. i need to have it above me, illuminating my path. like a dog barking somewhere in the night. punctuating the darkness. sound is light. 060117 what's it to you? who go blather from