sky the color of
rust, a slightly rotted
end to day.
look upon that brown, heart's child.
some day all this will be yours:
the creature feature,
the cractal fractal,
the imp, the seed,
such an expanse, an expanse
of such things, and such, such stuff.
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
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