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I was busy placing detonators under the MIRROR FUN HOUSE, pitching piveting images of itself for and by itself, when I heard over the rusting intercom the main fuses were being turned off for a routine check up and I would be again left, as every one is, every night, in the dark and all the better. The bombs in my pockets reminded me they were awake and impatient or otherwise alive; otherwise, their life, like mine, wouldn’t growing steadily shorter. The ferris wheel in the distance without my glasses a slowly rotating flower of blinks; I wished I could hear the pistons the generator understand whatever is making that Big Wheel turn but instead I sliced at the end of the plastic ends of my explosives to make them a little more homely and different and mine. I looked up into the rectangle framing my face while behind me a rectangle framed the back of my head framing the front of my face framing the back of my head framing the front of me. I ran my fingers through the wires petting them something pretty then wished I could hang this night above my kitchen sink, just above my rubber plants, as good luck for the future, the wishbone of my gratitude. Instead I pushed some dirt with my fingertips purposefully without reason then let the wire follow me from my back pocket, leading the way for the end like I would lead a be-speckled French bulldog, if ever I would give in and purchase such a friend. I walked some distance I don’t dare guess and laid my body against a tree, I hope an Oak tree, the roots coddling my thighs and I can see my breathe in the darkness and I thought of the spinning, blinking stars. I took the detonator from my boot and before I pressed the don’t press red button I glanced over my shoulder wondering why I should make it, before, presto, everything shattered, every light seared the sky in a final collision with it’s end sister in the falling dark and every piece of my face and body leap from the ground with it, flying into a place the darkness seemed much brighter from here and I was happy someone had left the light on for me.
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