Wednesday 10/06/2010 12:54:00 AM

she waits for the sun to set. for the crickets to tire of their monotonous aria. she wears her wings naked. assuming such would be the case eventually. no matter what. the rogue philosophies of poets and madmen becoming her ambivalent evolution.

the obvious wrinkles in her sagging breasts. compel her to question. the validity of disappearing strong men. scold the ladder. chase the stairs. urgent with huffing flesh. hot balloons caught between bone and skin. engorged with failing moments.

she says over is a certain molecules. a random atom. in the frenzy life effects. she says she's blind. because the lights are out. as if, sight were sufficient evidence.

she puts on her glasses. and wonders if they'll recognize. the girl that can see again.

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