Tuesday 2/23/2010 01:08:00 AM

Two stones hit the Earth. Each one from a different world. Each one a different size and shape. Two stones. one hole.

Pebbles and math. In variances. Of potential means. Beneath the skin. Observers spoiling the experiment. The contiuum. Barking lovers on the edge of the bed. Tease the martyrs from squeaking hinges.

Instigations. Rotting fences. Sing their lullabys. To complacent infants in the garb of men.

Two stones hit the Earth. One is broken. One is whole. She carefully inspects them both. And decides the difference is in her. Not them.

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