Krear-Bathala

Notes of January 16, 2010: Dimness overwhelms the morning; the bluster awakens from the trees. I phase in heavy clothing with the slowness of my thoughts. I see faces that know but are possessed by a tiredness for revelation. The common feeling thus goes by unaffirmed, drowned out instead by an eloquence of glances. One body watches another's progression across the road. It shivers as it watches closer, the body fades from vision, unknowing, unredeemably lost. Similar signals build up hovering in a sky in a middle of a significant indecision:  A system of warmth as all things move from heat to heat. Each question growing more quie