Friday, November 6, 2015

7404. THIS IS THE END

THIS IS THE END
The wormhole shafts the embers, while the
Turker nabs the cat. In the needed ashtray,
smoke gathers meaning, curls upward without
making a sound. The shape of a nubile cat
takes form; something crouching, and 
so ready to pounce.

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