then they toodled off for a bowl of sushi at the noddel house

hope glimmered like the tempered steel of
a kodachi blade in the nightlight, full
two and a half watts of ether-like reality,
and meandered along a timeline of unwarranted
darkness and despair and dismal misery,
much like that other silvery lining, the
glow worm that you used to want to play with,
but in the end just sliced in two

with a glimmering blade.

minos – may 2008