the inner sanctum where the shadow laughs insanely & sinister plots poetry? a kumbucha in hand amid sundry items all strewn sits staring at salt streaked black suede shoes a dust-velveted cluttered desk with a copy of introduction to aristotle a paperback of seasons in the sun a crinkled half empty bag of red hots a dirty mouse pad a finger-tortured mouse a carved ebony rhino missing a leg a plaque saying whoever believes will not act in a hurry but slowly which advice is mostly ignored but occasionally obeyed a psychedelic tie-die victrola phonograph for my jazz esp coltrain lps & of course other machine enhancements top secret like the bat cave let's not forget a ship's helm hung an ostrich egg shell guarded by an ugly african mask in short the origin of my florilegium my office my home my bedroom my cavern in serious need of a cleaning 4.1 10/10
The Shadow Do
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