September 9, 2010
I am evil.
I am Locust.
I am sinking.
I am sinking.
I am falling.
It is raining aluminum.
It is glittering on streets.
It is the sun’s child.
We have time.
We have loss.
We have velocity.
We have nothing, or our own hand.
We fall into the Locust eyes.

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