Draping Sensory
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1 min readMay 6, 2020
The texture of thought
blended
It seemed to ebb
as the
pink blossomed trees
painted themselves
a breeze that was noticeable
only by smell
The mirror reflected light
life lived in between
a realm of mirrors
domestic fowl cutting into
this placid dimension
dirt-caked dust spots
patched green thickets
a portrait
far from being a derivative
angled anxious posture
a stilled vibration
that only left a buzz
scruff of the fray
under the chin
tiptoe crawl
moon fluorescent
sky melting to the dark
deep blue
smudge smeared, purple clouds
hung in infinity
