He shook his head while the likes of resource
ascended ours. He shook his head
and from it fell a resplendent love
garnered from unstable notions. There were things
Larry enjoyed as service while the rain renewed
its luster on the pavement. It fell in a deluge
like offers at his feet. The restroom was unoccupied
even as existence spooled unabated across it.
So he stood naked before its mirror and recalled
his youth. He found he could now move through life
without its usual tremblings and exascerbations;
he saw delightful things in the fey, artifical light.
rdking