trade (dreaming odalisque)

[Shhhh.  She’s sleeping.]

[Listen:]

 

owl radio static

I’d trade this song for you.  Unless…it’s going to be remembered.  Who’s going to remember me?  Who’s going to remember you? 

Throw it all into the combustion of history.  Throw it up against the annihilation of stars.  Back yourself up in the cloud….racks of machines o’erheat the desert.  Before everything.  Powers.  Down.

 

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About The Odalisque

I am the odalisque who lives in an oblelisk. I converse with birds.

converse. carrier pigeon post.

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