currents sing in the waining day;
They hide an undertow which wears upon the world.
Here is a biome concieved in truth
beauty born in combinations,
this chemical collective holding host to parasites and symbiotes alike
Chains in a litmus maelstorm whirling and rattling in the space between.
See this perfect collection of acidic lego toys.
and then Death.
Now sprouts within the Ash!
Copyright © Geoffery McHugh | Year Posted 2009
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