Are the lyrics we imagine prompt as rules to chasten a routine
Divide the night into pale threads of pollen that afford not to be rain
Some specks of grace avert an otherwise clear view of landing
While lace, near gray, warm beige
Another pattern on the ceiling that amounts to watermark
One barely reads previews equally one chastens commerce with broad service
Temperature absorbs attention to an outer surface
Paint distinguishable from blood distinguishable from brevity
Some morning forthcoming
Faint from depth impounded
Virtue sofa chasuble
A many-pebbled place to sit or walk
3 comments:
pale pattern ceiling previews
absorb
all depth from morning brevity
Sarah's routine views warm distinguishable morning lyrics
into a surface Paint
where
depth specks speck off the place
absorbing Temperature
it threads the inner beige of outer grey chasuble
avert in brevity
some read the sofa with closed eyes
those eyes /
warm watermarks
the lyrics we
imagine prompt
patterns
on
the ceiling
dark distinguishable watermarks
thanks sheila
ed
fait accomplise, escapology to rejuvenate odd awareness in Bharatanatyam probes
jurisdiction one. Perhaps we have seen this before? A waking dream, our ancestors' cries? A world within a world within
Freud's tangled dystopia
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