Fatigue comes in trailing waves of undissipated energy reflected after each attack, each trough an opiate numbing my mind one memory at a time.
Perhaps this is a gift, blank pieces fitted into a puzzle whose picture I wish I could not remember, night and fog obscuring the gothic ruins atop the dark mountain from which the enemy emanates, each missing moment an amnestic victory though the mountain remains unmoved.
© 2007 Edward P. Morgan III
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The last of a spate of messages that I’d been working on in March but hadn’t had the energy to finish until April. My memory of some of this time is still fuzzy which is probably a good thing. But this pretty much captures how I remember feeling many days. Sometimes forgetting is a blessing.
Picture notes: Karen took this picture of Devil’s Tower during one of her undergraduate geology field camps. A perfect representation of the dark mountain.
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