Saturday, April 25, 2009


We smeared our faces with dirt as it began to grow dark.
Reaching a great plain overgrown with broken herms,
Between which spread beautiful rataplanning raspberries,
We pierced our bastions and our apses full.
We sat down upon the storm and began to observe--
I saw a large sandwich of bread and chicken,
She said that she felt a large glass of milk between her fingers;
I felt a bed grow by my side, and there was another beside her.
When we awoke the cornets were high in the heavens,
The knit wood was beautiful in the summer morning,
And the finches were weaving the branches.
Our beds were of the finest flax stitched with leaves and moss.
At first we were filled with wonder.
'But I am still dreaming,' said Lisa.

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