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She came into my life a karmic explosion over a pristine midnight blue upstate New York lake, its breath damp and warm and sweet. Gasping, labored efforts expelled a preganant breath, a prelude to life. Blackflies engaged in rutualistic seance. Lethagic mosquitos emerged from the evening's sweet mist. But then raged into frantic spirals, squealing out futile messages. Timid pines, guardians of the ancient site, loosed their rigid stance, Prickly spines shivered to the ground. Anxiously, they awaited rumors that would quell the fetal dread that flowed through veins, invading their bliss. A bulky mass stirred from somnolent state in that mud-lined basin, releasing brown ribbons of agitation, and inciting a ravenous hunger. Friendly galaxies, former guides in his dream state, abandoned his cause, flickering a vague adieu. Having cradled him for so long, the slick muddy floor now sent him flailing to and fro, an ungainly dance, embarassing to watch. Where once he thrived, he now gasped for air.
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Sep 10, 2012
Sep 10, 2012 at 12:10 AM UTC
For Bob
She came into my life a karmic explosion over a pristine midnight blue upstate New York lake, its breath damp and warm and sweet. Gasping, labored efforts expelled a preganant breath, a prelude to life. Blackflies engaged in rutualistic seance. Lethagic mosquitos emerged from the evening's sweet mist. But then raged into frantic spirals, squealing out futile messages. Timid pines, guardians of the ancient site, loosed their rigid stance, Prickly spines shivered to the ground. Anxiously, they awaited rumors that would quell the fetal dread that flowed through veins, invading their bliss. A bulky mass stirred from somnolent state in that mud-lined basin, releasing brown ribbons of agitation, and inciting a ravenous hunger. Friendly galaxies, former guides in his dream state, abandoned his cause, flickering a vague adieu. Having cradled him for so long, the slick muddy floor now sent him flailing to and fro, an ungainly dance, embarassing to watch. Where once he thrived, he now gasped for air.
To be continued . . .
izshe
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izshe
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Sep 10, 2012
Sep 10, 2012 at 12:10 AM UTC
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