Terribly allone. Heartrendingly 

hooked. Out there, my only harm.

Of course I near the barb.

Roams below shilippering my fars

with thawing ease: of course.

I'm The World which

The Mountain descends from

and I laugh because it tickles.

(from Only Revolutions by Mark Z. Danelewski)

Tonight's exercise

Leap across the room reciting one of the posts, preferably one by someone who intimidates you.