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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