a snow of butterflies : texticity

by Tomorrow's Man

August 31, 2006
Blue Sky

I can see the line between mouth of power and washed out to die where the lights of the towers horizon flicker into strobe life; for reasons the descending sky doesn't know, the lights flick to red, and the waters below my windows churn with the motion of something heaving....

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