The fan blade breaks through
The air, shifting the dust particles
That have accumulated over timeHeaving papers up, that were once
Lying flat on their sides, like
Dead weights in a sea of stone;Sniff the dust filled air, feel
The slight breeze prickle my
Arm; my hair rises in protestTo the sky god that had created
Wind in the first place, that
Had seen fit to put it into this world;Oh look at this, fair prince, and
Feel with me, and my sword shall
Vanquish thee as quickly as my breathJanuary 4, 1997
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