George Tooker, self-portrait
fantasy
fantasy
My place, where I live now, is in the ravine.
Any wondering anemic katydid delays the leap, when
sense the twitching placenta over it….
Once inexplicable melancholy took hold on me. I found
in a stash the written mantra. It assisted me in the
transformation…
The shell – an artifact, belong now to the museum of
human limitations.
Metamorphosis
Human intervention
Shell limits.
Wordle #82 ~ Mindlovemisery's Menagerie
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Sometimes we put unneeded limits on ourselves
ReplyDeletePerhaps humans were the slug in the shell once ?
ReplyDeleteSomething magical about shell limits...love it!
ReplyDeleteThe Museum of Human limitations must be huge...
ReplyDeleteAnd we change…
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We always have to keep within those boundaries..
ReplyDeleteShells do have their limits...
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
The wondering anemic katydid image is going to stick with me. I know very well about the limits of having a shell
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The Museum of Human Limitations...indeed!
ReplyDeleteLove love love this: The Museum of Human Limitations. I'd like to don't quite a few and never see them again!
ReplyDeleteMystical veils of metamorphosis - intriguing rebirth(?) ... a fascinating write. Bastet
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