20 February 2011

Nomad's Chair

Stasis chamber
Mausoleum
Concert hall
Anechoic lab
Dialysis suite
Scream room
Forge
Diner
Crash pad
Freezer
Citadel

Facets of a home worn,
a soft shelled crab
during the molt
and wondering
still waiting

for its consecration
as sanctuary
Posted by Irish Gumbo at 12:01 AM
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4 comments:

  1. Jeanne EstridgeFebruary 20, 2011 at 1:53 PM

    And it will be, someday.

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  2. TaradharmaFebruary 20, 2011 at 5:18 PM

    excellent writing! I love the concept of the nomad being rooted to this place, this time, this chair and all the tools one requires.

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  3. Fragrant LiarFebruary 20, 2011 at 9:09 PM

    Maybe it needs some warm and fuzzy stuff to make it feel like a sanctuary? Then again, sanctuary is at least in some measure a product of the mind. I'm sending you a big hug to kick things off. ;-)

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  4. UnknownFebruary 24, 2011 at 8:49 PM

    Sounds like a tour of MJ Neverland

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