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The creater and his wings
...written on 2008-06-05, @ 11:27 p.m.
Breathe out. Shake the trees like the great green man. Hover protectively over all that blooms or blossoms. Lift that tiny chrysalis and protect beneath your burnished gold wings.
On your wings, your beautiful great gold wings, fly towards the sun and watch them melt. Tumble desperately searching for...for...
Desperately searching for escape, a dream of flight and beauty. Watch that great gold man dip and turn on reeds and string and wax. Sigh, chastize, Scream!, as you watch him tumble desperately. This green man. This golden boy.