I Dream in Seclusion
An empty bed, an empty head,
both feel the same when light has
been
extinguished. I search for
signs
of smoke or spark or glint of
residue,
an ending to metaphorical
tunnel that has consumed me,
but I am round, and these walls
breathe
like squares. I am squeezing
myself
into a perfect discomfort.
I was damned to fit.
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Aquamarine
Overkill
of cohesive labeling
descriptives, mashed together seem in
direct
contrast to indecisive nature.
Pigmented
parts: blue and green
wrangle for their turn
in the light. Neither quite make
it,
meld
into each others sickly saturating
embrace.
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Rainbow Bridge
Mountains over meadows
temper suns watchful
eye.
It is crazy
how neither notice the golden
arch, sparkling faintly
right between their eyes.
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Glitter Unplugged
Reflective skin stripped
of its magnetism. Light
becomes repulsed by remnant
hueless shapes. Gathering
in
partyless piles, disregarded as
common
variety dust.
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Of Egg
hatch
crack
scramble
baby beaks
or
broken yolks
both
born
before dawn