DNA

He kept feeling the sharp edge of something

miraculous under the thick

epidermis of reality like a

splinter worrying itself out,

searching for light and

air in which to propagate and

flourish and make him a

husk, a carrier for whatever

bizarre notions it held in its

deviant DNA.

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  • 1emeraldcity  On October 26, 2011 at 10:30 am

    I like the metaphor…the splinter… the husk carrier…clever…And the deviant DNA does set one to thinking…hmm…good stuff, Steve!

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