6. A Sudden Paleness

Suddenly, a loss of words. All day I was working towards developing a complaint, a heavy commentary on the pale structure of contemporary poetry— but as usual, the phrases have faded from my head. Pale ink on pale paper.

Waking at 4:00 this morning did not help: the pale light of early morning crept under the blinds even before full surise, before the pale-ish hour of consciousness. My observations no longer relevant, without a valid defense.

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