Sunday, December 24, 2023

The black plant

 

feathery fog carried the stillness

into eyes too small to absorb the light

like something lost

My senses slip  

unable to stretch the length of a finger

But I'll speak no more of this virtuos victim

the feeling  -The vivid sketch enchanting of a world slanting 


I see  dancing  behind the high ceiling  

magnified exhalated 

 goings on


 When I wake to take a step 

I'm pulled back down into surroundings

born in cloud and

shadow

 the pillow noticeably perfumed and fragrant 

 I know everything now...and I understand  

 My love for you is my one special thing


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