Here,
I have invented
Hot chocolate
In this cold cold room
I drink the heat first
Next the sweet darkness
Then the void
At the bottom of the cup
When it is gone
The vessel fills with despair
Fish fly in the sky
Birds drown in the sea
-Peter Ciccariello
Providence, Rhode Island, USA
7 December 2005
Artist's Blog - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/
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