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In the
elevator, which is mirrored on all sides by the seven wonders
of the
world, and so positioned in time, that a great river many years
ago
continues to flood through the last remaining villages...
now only
whispering can be heard amongst those who have remained
to pose
for the photographer.
The
darkness is a liquid that stands tall and naked, while the reclining
priestess,
more starlight than fountain, is pouring honey from the
hive-like
structures of her immense sigh... They are dancing now,
and
become light around the skeletal trapeze that is my shadow,
when it
rises from sleep, spinning at the top floor, going down at a
speed
impossible to determine... then lifting upward in all directions at once.
The
elevator takes off on it's own, plowing through the forest with
all the
grinding of a single embrace that unveils the body of stars
and other
pathological movements in space and, for one brief, but
singular
moment, when no one is looking, stoops to lick the ruby of the
sleeping
girl's face. She spreads her shadow, dripping with soft
pharmaceuticals
of delight, and with trembling lips opens the belly
of a
lingering glance... "Eat me," she whispers, and sheds her skin like
a dream
of wolves... "
In the
center of the room, lighted by impending arrivals and departures,
the
shadow's twin sister, Orchid, unravels the sinister membrane of her
scent,
and floods the room with unbearable humming: "Would you
love me
still, if I poisoned you just a little?"
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