She passed me by the stairs (just like David Bowie once encountered her !!). In her I saw my own scribbles.
The mountains they are talking to me, the crabs that line the sea shore, they are crawling towards me, the flowers are screaming "Kiss me as I am dying", and the wounded fish, that is still swimming inspite of the lost tail says, "I wish I knew what it was to be a bird", and as my brain is shutting down, I hear the whale sing out to its daughters.....
I am radioactive. Today is one more ending of my half life. Today - Here I sat drinking honey from the flowers.
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