Thursday, August 03, 2006

Made in the future

The story of one's intimate nature is doubted beyond. . .
until something transforms:
how soft?
Why tender flakes of gold glittered in such thoughts;
like the dust.
From just cheap-talk.
I was once an oxen that became a wooly mammoth.
The only difference being,
that one is extinct -
and
- the other is blind.

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