Weird Section
Everywhere the pink sun touched cooled beyond the imagination.
Translucent ivory was the infant flora.
Droplets of ochre wetness traveling from stem to wiry flower, then back down again, twisting, writhing.
And as each molecule in my dynamic form grazed past the nitrogenous molecules in the atmosphere, I whistled faintly; the song at the end of the world.
Translucent ivory was the infant flora.
Droplets of ochre wetness traveling from stem to wiry flower, then back down again, twisting, writhing.
And as each molecule in my dynamic form grazed past the nitrogenous molecules in the atmosphere, I whistled faintly; the song at the end of the world.