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Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves
An echo of a distant time comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine.

And no one called us to the land
And no one knows the where's or why's
Something stirs and something tries
Starts to climb toward the light.


Sunday, December 23, 2007

Story Bones

(this is one of those "what you wake up with" pieces)

It's the fear he lives with, the horror he expects to find.

2 comments:

Camille Alexa said...

HAPPY MERRY HAPPY MERRY CHRISTMAS HOLIDAYS HAPPY MERRY HOLIDAYS CHRISTMAS!!!

Steve Buchheit said...

Hey Camille, Happy Merry to my favorite Littlebird!