Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Bring me back.
I remember the sea of possibilities
and I remember the echoes of darkness--
the echoes of silence.
The ocean of books. The ever-present

and the one disguised as a petrel.
No ordinary petrel would have done the
dastardly things this one did.
But a crow...crows are smarter than
petrels. Perhaps not so much as the
albatross, though I'm sure they're on similar
of existence. Thought.

I'd like to think like that.

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