oh, he fell alright
just as craze had founded woman all
pointy-toed and hands on hips
and I-don’t-know-what-you-think-you’re-looking-at
blinded by the depth
he plunged hands-downward protecting his sight
swung into the lobby
and through revolving door to the evening street with
all manner of clatter and shoe-scrape
to all manner of zok! and pow!
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Batman wormhole: Detective Comics #345
evening & streets wormhole: purple and mauve
identity wormhole: Eridge – Cowden
sound wormhole: now, the verticals go down as well as they go up
woman wormhole: [start where you are III] – delve
