Thursday, January 7, 2016

September Thoughts

Isosceles murmuration kaleidoscopes to cyclone to spider young scattering
Curling gray locks: fire alive in the filament
Driftwood shaved sails where a heron makes pale a twilit hour
Reticulated vines of trompette noir, tentacled reach towards vapor dense void: bottle green vision distorted and clean
Stamen shaken supernova pollen: gilded sex in exit wound abstract
Softly shifted rain favors a solstice burn
An earth rust after-trace hints decay upon days leading towards the equinox

E.A. O'Connell

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