20 December 2011
still
chicken pulled from an over-cooked bone. suspended moisture, poised to discorporate into non-dimensional space. a well-thumbed crucifix. a double-helix knot. still volition. still conception. we share the same primeval drive you and I. everything begins here. everything ends here. a blessed shingle without a roof, blown across a desert of crossed-out homes. a sacred foil package tethered to an important piece of wood. the fervent call of Arcosanti wind bells. sing me a terrifying lullaby.
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fabulous! "still volition. still conception." It coheres...is of a "word." I would send this out to some magazines. PUBLIFY!
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