Vesper
By craig2
The dots of day hang lightly together, the tender rain leaves purple dew, the air is thick with the deep fragrance of a million tiny homeless pets and life and now (a mutant force) to natural efforts turn and grab as unconceived pools and voids lose their membrane of death. Surfaces that lightly mingled, erotically twinged at finity have warped and withered, decomposed, succumbed to winter's legacy. The tides of evening forfeit gold no longer beam a revelation - the fetal pose of concentration seeks an infinite hibernation, demands spontaneous generation. Written December 15th, 2001 © on Mar 04 2002 11:14 AM PST 0 • 13
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"The dots of day hang lightly together,..."