Wednesday, June 9, 2010

tranquilized

Man-traps, like the discarded jawbones of iron sharks, covered the floor and the walls and the ceiling, the crooked and corkscrewed spikes glimmering a thick veridian in what little light snuck into the hall from the vegetal neurotoxins smeared across every surface by the soldiers who took this place in order to build a fortress against the tide of time, a place to keep safe an endless investigation of a single now pulled out and exploded so that every hidden crevice of that one isolated moment could be investigated, sifted, weighed in the hand and the eye and the mind.

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