Monday, April 2, 2012

3546. ALIGHT THIS MORNING INTO TIME

ALIGHT THIS 
MORNING INTO TIME
I have seen Kirby and he was
wearing a skirt. Two hands were
holding fire, long apart  -  cinders
flew and danced along the air.
A mid-winter half moon was
falling backwards across the
sky as daylight timed its own
arrival. Fortune? Or misfortune?
Together they make one.
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It's always a festive atmosphere,
and we don't know why : like
just after a funeral, all those
happy faces eating, making sense,
talking wildfire. Simply put, it's
how we meet; (and let's take
this moment to meet, me and
and you).
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This story has a magnificent plot,
and those who read or see it would
not know the nose on their face or
the flood which was frowning them
dire until they were dead. Alight
morning into time: you have just
lost all your memory, and memory
will bring you nothing but carnations.
(I have seen Kirby, and he was
wearing a ridiculous dress).

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