‘But I am not afraid of the heat or of the frozen winter.’
December 22, 2016 § 1 Comment
wrinkled cloth twisted with blue threads. petals jagged in the wild water vascular system. when the smoke rises i hear you cry, its decibels a winged wave as i come upon it. eyeless for lack of light, low latitudes, less room to grow: declaration of egg contents depends on sand temperature. like a membrane where the eyes might be, an announcement therein also not forthcoming. who are you in there? one may say. the only reply a single explosive exhalation and a deep down dive. immune to the sting of the bending air down low, imprinted on cave walls with hematite up above, trace fossil shadow for the yet-to-be. the protected a protectress when she steps upon the beach and finds only sand for miles to see.