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dinosaurs are all gone- the mud has turned to tar has turned to tears nothing is left except the dark extinction which now lies ahead. i step into a footprint almost as big as me- i am not a match i was never a consideration until now- i forced myself to become one and now i must follow the path i chose- i with to be thrown from whatever i'm on my eyelids close and all i hear are sunbeams pounding... and i taste them... so sweet so sour so tasteless- i spit the sunbeams out like lilacs and i open my eyes. i am surrounded by what or whom i'm not sure i try to run but i'm pushed to the ground into the boiling tar- we become one my flesh melting meshing and flowing so easily with the tar leave me to this intricate, intimate dance where i shall finally feel at home in the dark dark tar. |
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