& wind reached down
Nov. 6th, 2001 09:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aslantcollapsing dreams. unintegral structures.
last night we all sat reading in the living room. each in our little lamp-halos, our little spaces of words. the wind was whistling and sliding in through the windows, breathing soughing interminably. suddenly it went quiet and then with sudden unsurprise the wind came down the flue and into the air amongst us rose a grey ghost plume of ash, each shard of dark dust turning in the draft, spreading out into the room like a gesture. it settled slow in the air as we sat there with open surprised eyes & mouths.
with sooty fingers we reach up and close the flue, which feels like we are violating the chimney. later i laugh and taste fire dust on my tongue.
last night we all sat reading in the living room. each in our little lamp-halos, our little spaces of words. the wind was whistling and sliding in through the windows, breathing soughing interminably. suddenly it went quiet and then with sudden unsurprise the wind came down the flue and into the air amongst us rose a grey ghost plume of ash, each shard of dark dust turning in the draft, spreading out into the room like a gesture. it settled slow in the air as we sat there with open surprised eyes & mouths.
with sooty fingers we reach up and close the flue, which feels like we are violating the chimney. later i laugh and taste fire dust on my tongue.
