Sunday, September 21, 2008

Struggle


There is a failed attempt to contain pressurized gold which shoots out of openings in palms. There is a piece of dark cloth blown away by the violence of burst. Loose strands of the hairs dangle oblivious to action below. A dark calm sea below looks at the struggle petrified………………………


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Dawn

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