Here, I am an antelope with centipede legs scrawling viscious circles in the hot dust of an untamped earth, brazenly heeding suggestions of misdirection and triumphing over brittle collapse. Breaching beyond ochre splashes and tearing through bristles to break free from mired chaos and emerge contentedly. Wholly scathed yet blatantly whole. Here, I volley my soul across crystal skies, it wrapped only in the ragged concepts borne from fruiting trees – some ripe, others sour; but all produced and displayed in unjudged glory. There is no red, zigzag line of derision across this path. Simply horizonless plains and unfathomable mirth.
Monday, September 21, 2009
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explosions of color!
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