Sunday, November 23, 2008

from out

knife
pain out of nowhere
cuts through me, unexpected
the edge of a scent

snare
slowly I turn back
towards the retreat of the sun
captured, I follow

clean
the pain returns
I am helpless in the wave
rolling over me

all moments
observed/captured/recorded
embers/sparks/infernos
facets/faces/windows
crimson violet silk
dark velvet indigo
washes of azure
entwined with
permeating
rich white
endless
light

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