Wednesday, September 15, 2010

What I choose to Forget.

The clouds reflect in the sea. The steamship is rolling from the island toward the sun. Three figures are lined up across the stern. There is an orange rope around their necks trailing off into the water. Something is pulling the rope. The three fall down, off and below the surface.

Trees grow from the oceans floor. The three mix with vegetation and are lost and forgotten.

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