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My hip dislodged, it stutters, bends towards the sky: a glassy languid face hung against the window. Do curl against the corner of my eye, from thrown bas-relief of lamp -- so i feel nothing, save for extension from drinking too much wine. Forgive my innocence -it gave back to the gods, like beads of perspiration against the small of back, gave back to gravity. |
Very thought provoking, thanks. This does not dictate a story so much as it invites one's own trying to place things, if you know what I mean. "give back to the gods" is always a good idea. Sometimes I get the feeling that the gods favor the occasional drinking of "too much wine", or other such mind adjustments. Lloyd | Posted on 2020-08-22 00:00:00 | by Blue Monk | [ Reply to This ] | |