A long, solid curving arch, sometimes seeming to kiss the sky itself, , it plunges, ripping thru the blue…bracing for its impact, headlong it dives…erasing its beginings as it disappears into the priceless depths of gold, burrowing, becoming one with its light, until it is discernable where one ends…one begins….
A melody cuts thru the silence….from one, or both it is uncertain, yet the two combine in song, reaching a fever pitch before settling into silence once again….
Hey.. did we just fuck, or catch the birth of a rainbow after a thunderstorm?
Either way, I hope you were entertained…if not, go check out my friend Roxy, the naughty Leprechaun!
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