The lies he spills are meant to drown his fear of rejection;
he always appears to be taking your position,
regardless of any previous orientations. Very deep
is the water that provides the power for his thoughts;
though shallow be his turbine paddle blade and prop.
Blinking his eyes constantly he sees everything in a
stationary pose as if by the light of a strobe; as opposed
to the true full light of day. He appears sincere
as he points his finger somewhere off into space and
proclaims; he thinks they were headed in that direction….
2008 © TS
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