I haunt an octagonal single story dwelling in
dilapidated beauty,
Where shadow emotions arise in the greeting
of solar glare streaming.
The golden haze beckons the mingling of
particles and wings,
As cyanotype walls synthesize my
multidimensional stream of unconsciousness.
Using some ordinarily elusive theory of
understanding, my silent smoke screams become fits of burning laughter.
My eyes redirect to the weathered floor where
galaxy deep cracks birth May.
Untamed hearts beat within the pistils and
stamens cupped by azalea blooms,
As their symphonic pollen dusts the bodies of
bees, becoming audible in their flight.
Hummingbirds seeking sweet stellar nectar,
dart through sunlight tugging the strings of my attention.
My eyelashes whisper secrets to each other
with every blink,
While the walls wash in watercolors of words I’ve yet to speak.
E.A. O'Connell
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