I am fallen in darkness
A bleak solitude
Rose perfume sweeps
Metal boundaries
(Stained glass.)
Three paces forward
And six to the right.
The door feels like this
When cold winds blow at night.
I won't open my eyes
Brazen, plain depth-less globes
Like the bones of our oceans
Impossibly slow
Should my slack flabby eyelids strain,
Shake you from dreaming?
Unblinking
Unfocused
Skeletal masses
Time-powdered bone
Sifting softly
Drifting slowly
Aging like wine.
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3 comments:
this flowed like the currents.... nicely done!
It felt like a mermaid exploring a new world. Some lovely lines and imagery!
Smitten...
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