a snow of butterflies : texticity

by Tomorrow's Man

August 31, 2004

I am not charity.

I am the domino
after the block of cheese
behind the smoking gun
near the skull with marbles for eyes
to the left of the running, running gerbil
above the now-empty shark tank
in front of the tipping fishbowl
astride another domino
and another below
and another

I am one of domino
in a Rube Goldberg nightmare where nothing ever begins
or ends.

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