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By Edmundo Daudi Date: 2013 May 05 Comment on this Work [[2013.05.05.21.29.29510]] |
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Earlier, tipsy, feeling esprit I was soaked in the need for a kind of soliloquy I was thinking of thanking the gods that may be... for equatorial camouflage's effectivasy and for the current lowly banal state, the clumsy slow developing rate, of my peripheral senses, of my fumbly defenses, of my attention's straight and uniformed gate for at fourteen proximate easy paces they picked up not one of millions of traces of sublime silhouette of Sultana's etiquette that these days always win my heart's races. a patrician feral dancer she sits in the dark seven yards right in front of me I am dancing, I sweat just being myself all alone in a light, sure no one can see thanks for a well behaved voyeurist's empathy her seeing me move at high speed velocity, she patiently waits, maybe watching a while then springs into the light, and show's me the smile So thanks to you gods that surely must be for this hiding, this witness just there, right in front of me for if I'd of sensed her sooner, you see I would have surely behaved pretty foolishly -Edmundo Daudi |