837.

Did the roles switch with
repetition? Have I been
Hugo, June, Lawrence?

836.

Which two sides of that
affair were we? Me, the first
her? And you, Henry?

835.

I am reading in
the dark, Anais Nin, and
suddenly I see.

834.

A power failure.
Only in the dark are my
accomplishments met.

833.

Infatuation
creeps in on insidious
feet. Soft destruction.

832.

There is a comfort
in this growing rage. Change come
with vengeance, punch drunk.

831.

Fear a disjointed
compass that only leads me
astray. Excuses.