Fiber (Untitled #1)
Perhaps if there was nothing
Everything would fall 3 lefts too far
Resonating in the growls of newspaper-mache
Folded boxes trap to torture such drooling time
Each footstep a pulsing reminder of its geometric hell...
Clearly, simple cell-splitting mitosis is in order
To replace the distress of enduring such complexity in being.
"Oh the perils of living in 3D"
by
ObiJAhposted on 08/11/2009
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