Monday, 30 March 2015

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Big Jim I am...

The fishes swam...
It was dark out here,
the air wasn't quite water
and the water not quite air...

He looked around, or rather
he was around
his conscious suddenly not
attainable

"...glig BIM I am" he swam...

he was stretched, universally applied
and condensed to the head of a
pin.

A bird chirped
a frog croaked
the fish swam
big Jim began

all over again.

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