I, Unknown.
By Maxxine
I am air conditioned reeds. I create a black turbulence from amoung a tornado of airplanes (somtimes like the speed of sound creeping invisably along behind the light). I am silenced bees kept in an angry sleep, cold in refrideration. I am the softest durge coming from within a peasent's ottoman. I used to be the forest dweller's flute, making sounds like a burnt cookie. I remember the darkest cave where the tallest sicamore grew. I fear only myself and see the world though eyes unknown. Written December 29th, 2001 © on Dec 29 2001 03:20 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"I am air conditioned reeds...."