I replied almost laughing, “Fine… I’ll add marvelously to
the contorted to the poem. Love, light, and blessings to you.” lol
He then quite conveniently scurried away to his own lifeless
realm of tenebrosity. ©
Written, 1:25 a.m. Est.,
3.19.13
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Quaintly Unpretentious Conversations 3: Marvelously Contorted
My computer crashed, flat lining in the middle of
constructing the poem Mephistopheles’s Halcyon. I rebooted as quickly as I
could writing down all the adjustments I had made on an old envelope to my new masterpiece
emerging. Iblis said quite annoyed, “It’s not fair you can write about me this
way.”
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