December 15, 2008

los angeles, aubade you fair well

Thick molten snake’s coiling and crossing himself compounded across the southerly valleys; unraveling, thinning, misted coastal and mountain ranges as Luna reaches silvered sliver higher — still. Mother spreads herself black. Filial veins of light driving her. Not a living camera can capture the images, in justice.

Boy do they try.

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