correlations are mapped
between undetermined lines.
between the moons
- my third eye.
the heart's burden,
that knows
like a changing seascape
the delicate kiss
of water and sky.
of fragility and power.
of white static fizzing,
but not behind bone,
where there is anything
(everything) but dark silence.
4 comments:
lovely lovely words as always ms. poirot..;)
"Aha!" She says, twiddling her moustache. (And what a fine moustache). "Is that you?"
Thank you
;)
yes,thee ONE and only me...
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