Friday, February 15, 2008


And in the eighth month the sky split open. Silver drops like mercury fell upon the land, boring into the sod. And where each drop fell, the delicate curl of pewter stalks arose. As the sea pulled the sun under so that the moon could come out of hiding, spiderweb blossoms spread their petals wide. Within the center of each floral maw a shimmer languidly shifted, stealing light from the stars. And as heaviness befell the tiny pockets of luminescence, the microcosmic clouds came to rest upon their beds. And we would call these pearls of condensation ideas.

As the ideas ripened, the fruit laden stalks bent under their burdens until the precious cargo were loosed unto the world.

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