Monday, April 10, 2006

prophet motive

see his intensity of face, of facing the facade, way up or over there, somewhere you're not yet at? he brandishes the velvet flame, the violent healing crystal, the verses of truth text. and the orb pulsing near his right side is a fundament, a certainty. keys unscramble their hidden formulations in the wake of his grim stride, a certain glum determination, ferocity, a walking dart, talking somersault, a rocket flashing across your eyes.

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