11.03.2009

A wing peppered with slimy, sludgy, seeds.
The dark, deep drone of the hidden one alone.
Lightless night of love left lonely.
Bioluminescence of a fish soul consoles thee.
Wavering, wandering, wondering--sick.
Emotionless, ever still, feet be not swift.
Creatures, Crawlers, foggy, clout.
Swimming, slowly, struggling.
Propel, Puffin, puff with power.
Illusion, confusion, hope of last breath--sour.
Rotten, foul, the dream is dead.
Until the Puffin again rises head.

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