My eyes barely awake
June 23, 2009 · Filed Under Works
I drift along, into that land of sand where children are protected by cubes of life that drift and weave their way in canals like veins in the sand.
Just yesterday I was at a neigbourhood where Squash was played outdoors with gates wide open, replaced by sliding cloth mesh.
How could I see those rituals amidst the Pyramids and those goons that the three friends caught
Ancient traditions and modern neighbourhoods. Shopping with friends and movie premiers. Goats as lawn movers, block tournaments and parties.
Were these stories that you told me, or was I sleeping.
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