Wednesday 1/27/2010 12:31:00 AM

Bubbles blowing. Escaping our grasp. The world expanding. In infinite breaths. Change me she demands. And so it is done. New world formed. From the things undone.

The cork is in. The pressure builds. The fractions bicker over the fragments left.

After the explosion.

The dead men laugh. Content with the paradox. The bubbles grow. Wrestling against one another for a space in the universe. The clowns pile from their tiny car. Every one debating how.

Bubbles she insists. One growing from the next. Little cancers on the world. Pretending there is more.

Missing pantyhose beneath her skirt. Explaining how it's impossible.

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