electric quill…

Writing is a black hole. It closes out the molten sun ablaze in a dinner jacket of incandescent cloud.

Words float on red-eyed borders under a forehead sporting a hand print.

And, I ran on a treadmill.cropped-cropped-cropped-img_0256.jpg

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