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”If ignorance is bliss, what does that make knowledge?” –Anonymous
"How suddenly the texture of is is changed." --Ibid
Bell's DestroyerMore news of temporality
came last night over the dolorous phone.
Its little speaker
trembled under the burden of its load,
inert but for
lips that moved beyond and out of sight
on the verge of tears --no,
filled with tears and fright.Online from the reaper’s foyer
came the word through Bell’s destroyer.
All original materials by Jim Culleny Copyright 2008 / noutopia.com