tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18464265.post-22150543436066663742008-01-28T13:59:00.000-08:002008-01-29T14:07:23.892-08:00<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">The order within him<br />was so black<br />it absorbed the sun’s rays.<br />Bright auras, like moths,<br />fluttered toward this darkness<br />until he could no longer<br />stand the weight<br />of their anxious<br />pushing.<br />In despair,<br />he cried out to the snail<br />that slid past on silver thread:<br />“Why do they press against me so?<br />What have I done to deserve<br />such dreadful desire?”</span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p>Vogelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10162153756379884694noreply@blogger.com