he was the last man on the planet
he hadnt had time to think about it was pitted survived instinctually didnt think woe is me
finally
a placespace for himself
he was alone along time
there was no point in striking
hashmarks or diddling with what day it might be
then oneday
a blueeyed doe entered
the glade he found and made home
she was unafraid
he welcomed her
they struck a companionship
he believed it was based on
them having the same colouredeyes
he didntcouldnt know what she believed
that they were familiar was
sufficient
wordless communication the talk of
lovers
he was grateful he learned that before
the maelstrom
before the unforgiveness
the ensuing violence hotblood foam his determinedunrelenting
luck
where had she been before she appeared
she may have been nowhere
then became
strange
unexpected
he was also grateful to learn unexpectedness
1340, Sunday,
19 2. 23
1252,
Thursday, 9 3. 23
Sigur Ros Popplagio
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kwNF5tDQVGk
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