Showing posts with label Flock of Germs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Flock of Germs. Show all posts

Thursday, August 9, 2012

Flock of Germs

Flock of Germs

If I could paint the germs in the air blue
for you, so you could see how they
scatter and fall, migrating,

trust me, you would beg me
to stop, or at least to lie and say
the blue mist is a visualization of belief.
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