A dazzle of symmetry illuminated by backlit sun
elevating from bristled thorn, landing gear still exposed.
The body becomes electric in its almost phosphorescent
green glimmer, situated against dark trim of color and bar.
Eyes intent in their spaces. A glowing battery for a brain.
Muscles flexing in arc, balance a careful equation. All things
are equal to you. The offending bramble says otherwise,
but we both stopped listening to it long ago.
2/5/10
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