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Monday, June 19, 2006

Peirene Springs

A vandalized Vitruvian

Inked and scarred
He stares at his reflection

He outlines his contours

with shadow and flex

He is not god-like but a candidate

for immortality

None dare to critique

his perfection

Perfections? Nose to the counter

My first veiw, yet oddly accepted

He is...

An Observer, a Listener, an Artist

An Astronaut?

An Addict

I suppose its a matter of opinion
I AM THAT MOUSE
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