Monday, November 30, 2009

In the bosom of the old world

lies a subterranean halo.

A marvel of concrete and conjecture.

The ulterior coition of

Alice and Atlas'

violence delivers

a multidimensional nativity.

A theoretical cherub

with curls of quarks

and dark matter pupils,

taxing the pugnacious nature

of Newtonian Apostles.

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