"The Eternal body of man is the imagination." - William Blake
A man...
no woman...
no man...
runs along.
hair lengthening,
and shortening,
face changing constantly.
skin tone moving from melody to melody,
changing completely, constantly.
but always young.
At her...
no his...
no her...
feet
flowers rise at the touch,
of each sole,
spring from the ground,
like lightning,
bolts running backwards,
but from time to time,
the flowers wilt,
at the touch of that soul.













Comments
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Most women look for a knight in shining armor, I'm looking for a werewolf.
The last flicker of daylight calls to me, but yet into the darkness I walk.
.K.
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:looking up a suspect:
"Lloyd P. Nash." :laughs: "Wanna guess what the "P" stands for?"
"Is it pertinent?"
"Not even close."
- from "Due South"
[link] - Rubber ducks.
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Most women look for a knight in shining armor, I'm looking for a werewolf.
The last flicker of daylight calls to me, but yet into the darkness I walk.
.K.
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