Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Her whole life; Has always been in her hands...
Reflecting Hologram She was connecting dots Of what appears to be Some stars in the darkest sky She dipped her finger On each tiny flickering bulbs Illuminating them From the touch of her skin Incandescent glow progressed And blinded her eyes Her finger traveled each dot Frolicking in vague marvel A huge phenomenon of city lights Fumbled tiny in her hands The sight of a goddess With rays of golden light from her eyes Leering through the spectacles in her hand Rusty-gold artificially brought...
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