…actually, why not?
twine of the velvet
fixed in virtual light
sup from the nectar given
flutter from sight to site
two of the four given
stone of a legend, living
in hope of ancient
times yet to come
twice in a morn
the sun, risen
high beyond the cusp
of a world unwitnessed
unbroken: written.
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Words, images & collages tossed from a window.
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