I ate the turquoise bubble.
It had trembled in the air,
strains of violin floating behind.
If I close my eyes,
the taste of Orange-tinted blueberry ice cream comes back.
If I close my eyes, there is no up or down or right or left.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Sentient Crafts.
This could be insanity. Half-created visualizations. Monotone whispers.
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