He raises his eyes to heaven in the chill evening. His identity hovers about his shell like a fog as he moves. What grand heights the day has wrung! Levitating now in the esoteric plane, his mind is buoyed by the force of art. It presently runs at full force but, like any fuel, it is slowly being consumed by well-oiled engines.
The descent is imminent.
Its proximity is feared.
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A delinquent series of meticulous poetics for the malnourished seeker.
About Me
- Brian Looney
- Albuquerque, New Mexico, United States
- Hello all. If you accidentally made it to my page and stay, I'll salute you. If you deliberately made it to my page, I'll hug you. Leave me a comment and I'll kiss you. Leave me a positive comment and I'll make your day. Feel free to email.
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