Thursday, July 9, 2009

fragment




from a disintegrating manuscript unearthed in a reliquary beneath another dimension:


Things have been strange. Thoughts have become untethered in time. Feelings slipping loose into space. Is this a form of insanity? Why can't communion happen without an amorous light blistering the bloom?

Things have been strange. Thoughts are nonsense. Feelings swallow the mind.



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