the_ruins_of_morning Ouroboros Sleep tight my love. The night holds us, cradling flesh and bones dreams and hopes. I lie on my back and pretend that if I slipped my head out the window I could see the canopy of stars. Dawn bleeds its light and pretending is over. You have rolled on your side facing away from me as you always do. How can you sleep blissfully through the ruins of the morning? Must I witness the concrete of our cityscape in this early unflattering light alone, again? 080222 ... z from dhalgren. in the park. 080222 ... Ouroboros naked lady in the park 080223 ... z apple green eyes 080226 ... z shield projectors 080226 ... z charcoal, like the bodies of black beetles 080506 ... z i don't think that delaney mentions any animals in the book. it's funny, but i don't miss them. 080605 ... z no. that's not true. muriel, the dog. and something goes eek in the darkness in the first pages, and the moonmouse. i was wrong. 080605 what's it to you? who go blather from