Trudging the absent mind underfoot, worlds of clay and rocks cover the carpet area beneath the desk. Shadows and a little rough wheeling only coming to light after stepping back and away from the radiation of the stare. Knowing nothing else for it, the deep dig crushes the bits into finer pieces of yellow dust.
Ticking away in the afternoon leaves no more to crumble. Spreading from two footprints, the mass of mess grows on each swing and swivel back to inspect the fibres of the floor's dermis. Heel tapping on the rhythm and bass of the stereo system dislodges tiny fragments more.
On a tight blue grey woven carpet, the bright ochre stubble stands out for whomever faces it next.
Soon Van - Wednesday, August 30, 2006 - 20:28
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