Thanks to the anonymous poster who gives us the next phase of the Austin Universe Prose Project. Also, it's really great to see Erin's Austin World Poem Project taking off. Congrat's Erin, and I can only hope my tiny baby can grow to the size of yours. Alright, here goes, original prose piece followed by Erin Vaughan's followed by anonymous number 1. Cool, daddios.
In the museum of love, Katherine heard an old man singing. Oh so long and forgotten, I am
Through the long hallway of heat, a woman is bending at the waist. The true waist, which is the point of origin for the world.
In the crushed corner by the couch, that girl is thinking that there had better be an end to this. She holds her drink up to examine it, and just for a moment, her eyes are like a gleaming key hitting the light in a hall.
I have often thought of this moment later. Her slim eyes. How I have longed to be like them, their cosmic metal slipping into gear on remote; on opening.
Or how the simple working of light bent to her like a moth before a flame.--
Cuba Gooding Sr. wrang his hands until he discovered the method of hula hoops. Crack open the plastic, and sand pours out.
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points of origin