a snow of butterflies : texticity

by Tomorrow's Man

September 22, 2003

Take the high road; take it right to the troposphere; but the road thins, the point grows sharper, and, inevitably, the ground erodes away, and it is just empty space, ice clouds, and the harsh truth of hard earth, waiting inevitably for you to make very little impression.

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