Dale Houstman wrote:
> Fruit flies can live off the slightest whiff of alcohol. I suggest
Morpheal is a sort of human fruit fly, who can survive off the slightest
whiff of poetry. I can't detect its presence, but there's the fruit fly.
Poetry is not unlike absynthe, it destroys the body and the mind,
eventually. It provides dreams, and perhaps delerium, but somehow
always prevents anything more.
R.M.
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