Monday, April 25, 2011

3056. ASPECTS

ASPECTS
Only in my other aspects were there great things to
move : the crumbling train stop, the broken rails,
the powdered and cast-off red bricks of another
industrial day. My backdrop was a broad, fat
mountain, more like a hillock than an alpine
shaft. Below my feet, just realizing itself,
roared a meager, yet thrusting and swollen,
small river. Any sexual doubt in this world
was taken over by a terrestrial and vital lust.

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