Thursday, January 13, 2011

a minion

In an unweilding and unpertainable cognise of sorts, I give you my finest. The unique and unattainable hyperbolic attributes that sustain the underground drift through and flicker, like the sun on closed eyes. You are a symphony. I am an instrument. Always necessary, yet replaceable. Vital, but unappreciated. Under-rated. Not recognised, but made aware of. You see me, but you don't feel me. I move right through you with every drawing breath, and you've been holding yours too long.


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