2004-05-08 - 2:06 p.m.

Lika a Fish

typing w/ one hand
waiting on the phone
like a fish
eating the worm
i wait
for the worms that come from the sky
the gods are great
the gods are kind
perhaps they will take my soul into the sky, into the heavans
transfiguration
transformation
into some higher being

petrichor

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