is stronger than fiction though the bean counters too often win in the end but my friend a one-eyed green dwarf tromps the giant then gleefully toe dances all over him web weaver creator of angels your multifaceted butterfly fleets surround and delight the enemy, deflower the mosaic rose your desert aches like a mirage, serrated edges of consciousness – dream weaver the veldt of your utopian outpost proud with lions – for who needs reality chanting athwart the dark? © 2007 by Beth Stevens |
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