Saturday 6/11/2011 12:48:00 AM

comes the fury in distilled abundance. her empty pockets all too appropriate. as he pays the bartender for access to the sparks of worlds that might not exist.

the closet. the cloak. foxes out of breath. as the hounds peruse. petulant variables all a bit too familiar.

the light overhead. the darkness below. the contrition of heroes. the ego of villains.

her pencil sharp. as she studies the math. fractions of how. a series of when. the perfect collision of flesh and intent. no measure. except the man.

cracks in sidewalks. to step on. open windows. ripe with the marrow of loss. hollow bones. frail skeletons. strutting in their missing clothes.

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