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September 18, 2007
an illustration by
Richard A. Kirk~"
to me, this illustration is about
the power of literature, how an
elephant never forgets, and why
our dear reader, whose open book
has sparked a flame, is rooted and
transformed to the spot, grown
long and tactile fingers like
branches caressing lost fables
as shown to us since childhood
by a winged angel who must breathe
through a mutated gas mask hooked
into a chambered nautilus whose
feelers entwine and become the
umbilical connection to a post
wishing star story. i believe
the sunken leaning building faded
in the background is the real world.
Thank you to Richard A. Kirk
for including my poem in your blog
seeded by shaun