RE: [fluxlist] communicated insanity


The moment an imaginary line,
still heavy, gold as a constant
companion, communicated insanity,
the shadow lines chipped puppies.

It's the thing alright,
judge by the faces,
might have been
a hair of the thing itself,

Make a million books,
imagine the rest,
what's happening back there?

Equal eyes, needle in the head.



-- Allan Revich (revising the previous post)