On the light I ride
I come, I pierce the sinewed
shape you hold before
my intent and still
I touch the outer reaches
of your realm, push past
the rubble found there-
old wars- still coming, aiming
the hot shot laser,
green ruby laser,
aiming at your red red heart,
doing what I must.
July 5, 2010 7:18 PM
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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.