Up, over, around, up, over, around, up, over, around. What is this thing? You could watch it all day.
But attacked, blindsided, over, around. You are.
Who would do this? A brother? A sister? You are floating upward. Upward. Carried air into air. Carried divine into nothingness and light. Carried upward over into air, look! Look at you! Look at this world! To there and there and there! Infinite in it's discovery! Boxes! Worlds unknown.
A face. To lick. To lick and lick and my, how love. How very yum.
Thursday, November 04, 2004
Eight
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