o.blaat
during the brief twilight

briefly,
the faint shadow was cast upon the tip of the right shoulder.
the smell of seaweed was immense.
i said. i might.
the night was reversed. more or less.
before the sky will draw a solid line from the ground, swallowed the last bite of a packaged sandwich.
aug. 29, 2003 - o.blaat

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