(no subject)
The cat's out of the bag.
It's found it's direction to the future, that little fireball did.
A temporary hallway has been set into place,filling its belly with a hot, blistering nothingness at wits end and the unknown beginning, again.
Looking back, there isn't much left behind and, feeling itself, very little attached to its person--the clothes on its back and the collar on its neck--but little more.
Gung-ho! it coos in its surrounding silence.
I shall meet you in "The Verse" beyond.
It's found it's direction to the future, that little fireball did.
A temporary hallway has been set into place,filling its belly with a hot, blistering nothingness at wits end and the unknown beginning, again.
Looking back, there isn't much left behind and, feeling itself, very little attached to its person--the clothes on its back and the collar on its neck--but little more.
Gung-ho! it coos in its surrounding silence.
I shall meet you in "The Verse" beyond.