tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460625.post-1151030509023529642006-06-22T19:19:00.000-07:002008-04-07T15:53:47.067-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6855/2385/1600/DSCF0002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6855/2385/320/DSCF0002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />We are lost, gonners for sure. The donkey-beast has chewed its way into my sac...the map is all but consumed, the glasses are bent and lacking a lens, nothing else remains 'cept for a tiny, round crystal caught in a corner seam. So useless an object, surely it cannot be my unique 'gift'! I roll it absently in my palm...<br />Time is trackless on the billowing waves. I doze and wake with a start still clutching the bauble in my fist. Suddenly, my hand is afire and as I open my palm this strange image appears. I am confused...delirious perhaps, or driven mad by circumstance.BeetleBughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10956354123472619987noreply@blogger.com