Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Great Green Prism

I am sitting alone in a great green prism. Leaves like glass glisten, mottle, contain me. Suddenly interrupted by a mad throng, a cataclysm of noise and passion and feathered lust. Partners dance above my head - offerings and brilliant displays at my feet.

Their presence is as one body; and I am in its beating heart.

Just as they came, they are gone, leaving silence and tatters and shit on my page.

I am sitting alone.

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