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a letter to Lucy. part 3
The universe implodes and she has it in the palm of her hand. It's pea sized and colorered of fire, swirling. The gods want it back but she lays it gently on her belly and continues the ritual with a laugh...She's on the street now, on the prowl, struting and purring, like a bobcat, stalking prey like a predetor with fangs and night vision. Holymen hire hitmen to capature her, at all costs, alive if possible. She can transform her apperence as she pleases, instantly melting like ice, the ultimate chameleon, camoflaged skin, fur and feathers. Governments issue martial law, inforcing a curfue, in hopes she will not abide. The mother has no curfue, she spins and flips and blows, clipping pousers at the heal, leaving a brand on thier asses and a kiss on thier lips, a kiss goodbye, with no sympathy or remorse, without any thought to something as trival as time. Shes in Zion, watching baby's being born, the only thing pure. She decides on an earthquake and the palace crumbles, like a toy kingdom, washing away corruption with lava valcanos. The wind blows taking her to an uninhibited island where all is hers to frolic and play in, resting for three days and nights while the searchlights glow and bedlam redefines human nature. On the ocean, with her legs spread wide greeting the tide, she pleases herself with the universe, gently rolling it over and around, sometimes letting it rest in a fold of skin, she summons an ocean of her own, as all that is shakes and explodes and becomes new again.

- david lee wright

Submitted: 11/12/2001 Printer Friendly
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