Sunday, 8 July 2012

Never had the triumph over time and space been more complete.
Than in that moment of heat.
When full possession meant the order of all fell into place.
The place he had traced.
Where he hung his hat.
And sat and ate his meals.
The place he slept.
Until that moment he'd merely been their pet.
Now it was he who possessed.

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