***begin transmission***

It is snowing in Sevastopol, though the library is warm within. A ball, laughter, snow on the ground and the friction of something on the air.

***signal switch***

There’s a sandwich being poisoned for a top dog somewhere. Maybe it’s mercury as it would be a perfect pairing in a filet o’fish. Either way, no one will believe the downfall is manufactured.

***signal switch***

Sevastopol is not far but the ocean and ruins are closer. There is something on the right side of the beach that demands attention.

***signal switch***

Black diamonds fill the sky as a king falls from on high like so many scattered playing cards.

***signal switch***

It is nighttime where you are and the sky is navy and orange, laced with white flowers climbing skyward on tangled tree limbs. A ringing light shines out from the darkness with a lingering question. Yes or no?

***signal switch***

I look through woman’s eyes to the man with the Cheshire grin. The only problem is that he can see right through to me, too. What great distortion there is, when gray eyes meet.

***signal switch***

They cause a molecular reaction at the atomic level when they make contact with skin. When they came down, we all thought it was wondrous, until the first touch turned contact into instant, explosive deconstruction. I cannot leave my hiding place under the desk.

***signal switch***

We meet again and again, in darkness and light, tangled up in the wild garden as you drag me down

down

down

down

***end transmission***