
The level, though, was pristine. It was a short level, cute even, and had three angles with which to measure. It looked like a level that a handy-man from the 1950's would use; not professional but not altogether useless either.
The house on West 3rd was old and I knew it when I began taking it down. I thought I would find some money or a body in those walls when they came down. I expected it. The level was the best because it meant so much to me. I am not a level man and to get a message like that from beyond time and space was magic and even frightening.
The leveler of lives from inner space.
I own it now and am waiting to be straightened.
-Love Sid
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