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Sept. 10, 2007 The hawks appear in the sky. It’s before the moon, a moon that seems full of peculiar open spots that appear blue like the sky. It’s an hour before that. Hawks. Everyone looks up, and eyes meet the hawks with silence because hawks there like that can do that, can put people back upon themselves. I can see their wings, and someone says that sometimes there are more than two of them. Hawks. For a time, it seems like the sky was made for hawks, like the entire world in fact was set up for two hawks to come from somewhere and go around like that. Someone says a hawk can easily come and take up a cat. Someone else agrees. Now the moon is somewhere preparing for the night in some way that the moon does. Hawks. Hawks like that. Hawks then seem better than the world, or in it but not of it. Hawks are like Christ. Maybe Christ has christened the hawks. Maybe the hawks are trying to bring good news of some sort. Hawks. The hawks and the moon with spaces in it. Billowy clouds. Droughts. The end of worlds. Cycles of time. Rains. Droughts. Rains. Droughts. The hawks seem to leave suddenly. It seems like they were a vision, though they weren’t a vision. Night draping the sky. Air. Air is the element of always. ------------ Email: Brian1750@Hotmail.com Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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