PTERODACTYL CIRRUS
“I wondered lonely as a cloud” (William Wordsworth) The tropical wind slowly deconstructs the pterodactyl soaring above the island. The Jacobin head goes first whispering farewell to the emancipated neck. A man-of-war, meandering on the horizon, waxes subtle & sirens all hands on deck. Letting the flurry of drops hit the windmills of long division, left wing of the Pre-bird severs, smoothly peels off and curls. A school of flying fish darts out and thrills your vision like the fireworks charged with silvery pearls. No stopping the great blue eye, overflowing with September passion, from pouring its pupil’s glow into soft aqua’s lap! Light holds the beholder in a thin-walled globe of amber being like Brahma everywhere at once outside the taps. Time, steering the pterodactyl’s trunk west, completes the lesson in Harmony: must equate the speeds of vision and sound; model: flying dinosaur; date: precedes the Flying Fortresses; availability: not around.
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