753.

Born as if by sea,
in a pool of fluid that
bears our gestation.

753.

Born as if by sea,
in a pool of fluid that
bears our gestation.

752.

We are all, at heart,
just bombs. Waiting for time to
pull destruction's pin.

751.

LIttle girl of plays
with no role left to comfort
her oblivion.

750.

An interior
sight turned thoughtlessly out and
strangely defenseless.

749.

Held up, a contrast
in motion. Lost to meaning
left un-juxtaposed.

748.

A skewed vision cast
in illumination but
needing its shadow.

747.

Denying the stage
of a shelf's passion, like so
much slow artifice.