Again and again calling the same number for years
finally the voice was not familiar anymore
the voice had an accent of madness a special tint of exasperation
.the voice hue was descending in an abysmal phonetic destruction
suddenly the void opened as I was hanging up
and I was falling into emptiness falling into the abyss of hope
and then the shaft of my power animal
extricating me from the net of habit
whatever was playing was a poker game
Floss royale
the number is numb now is another number in the empty I phone
another blissful oblivion
the shut grave of a long forgotten vampire
walking slowly in the streets of toronto breathing the transformation
ceremonial goodbye five in the morning shedding the ashes of a memory
dedicated to Anastasia M.
Thank Gaia 
Floss royale to the vampire..
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