First Light
2002-07-19

This writing is untitled,
but it's an introduction.
With so much digital art around,
I kept the air conditioned pixel
away from the group.

There was a clear warning,
that the flight of the hurricane
invaded the harlots dream.
And being a hermit of Bloomingtontown,
I can't know
about the intrepid formation
and sad clouds.

 

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