To encompass and
to see had
leaped upon him to
stay. It was a special
pleasure to see things
stretched out,
eaten. It was a
pleasure and would
not run away
now. Which, like an
iris of an even more
gigantic eye, stared
back at him. Things
opened and he knew
what is
was just the world
changed. To burn
everything,
everything
he thought.
I’m alive
also
blackened.
Pamela A. Rossow
