Gugu and Momo

shared a strange reality made from footsteps the land of spirit being open to improvisation with existence a fountain of plenty for all too much meaning too much of the time is it not true to the self of selves that suffering to one is suffering to all they patiently awaited the great emancipation which had been delayed more than once due to their sharing the long end of the telescope and other subjects that must never be spoken of a non accomplishment of great relevance life being a charade a painted wooden pony whose surprise discovery was immanent due to its continents of piled bones ticking and tocking the smell of sulfur Gu and Mo expectantly gazed edgewise into the murk of their own apparition which was clomp clomping nearer and nearer beset by dread they clutched close and waited for the final tap on the shoulder hello bright pilgrims it was Calliope muse to the amused and the wretched a necessary duet if the one is to survive the other she was an enduring oasis of song in a measureless rattlesnake desert planets and their luminous suns capered about her ruby lit hair drink from my breasts children she rued you have just begun your confluence of chance to wrench the Earth from its socket a darkest lamentable catalog of crime GuGu and MoMo gripped one another eyes frozen for all time wide open how can this be Mo went Gu thank the nice lady Gu went Mo and they both came to the mutual agreement that they should start counting.