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i didn't hear the butterfly snicker into place,
i just saw briefest silver glint to warn that
the air might explode any moment, that
there was trouble on the way. in a moment
the floor dropped out, before i realized i was
tumbling i was on my feet and loping,
thump thump muffled of feet on hardwood,
searching, startled, scenting the air for
hints of where i was supposed to be.
i cannot be kept lost for long, i oriented and
growled up next to another, i had sipped of him
and now i was thirsty. with sideways silence
he granted me firewater, sighed and
saw me forward, half-absent escort.
but i heard snick-snap and knew that
the world was going askew again, unscheduled
departure and arrival unknown, and
the darkness itself flashed a silver smile
just before the floor dropped out and i
hit the ground running, listening for lovelies.
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