Swirls of sound
in intonations,
unknown
yet not unfamiliar,
wash through form
making mesh of matter--
molecules now nothing more
than pigment-less paint
for the endless dream.
Haiku [untitled]
Winter and the cold snow bring the dark-eyed juncos. My heart, full, watches.
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Today's color: White GISH Starchy shrapnel covers the cutting board-- evidence of a warped mind driven to carve a couch ...
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