Monday, February 15, 2010

Narcissus-X Ponders Crystal Penguins

Narcissus-X gazes upon the glass. Hard, cold pane: skulking behind false frozen foliage of crystal traceries.

Whence come the flowers of ice, the ferny growths of intricate pattern?

Do they grow, as if by some dark design of frozen lifelessness in the secret hours of the night?

Or are they painted by crystal penguins?

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