the blue mooncurled up in the sky
and whispered
'no more going to the dark side with your flying saucer eyes'
A hundred feet.crawling on your skin
like love.
or sex. or rain.
you're no worm.
preserved.protected.fossilized.
a memory packed up and salted
like sardines in a tin can
These moments that are talismans and treasure.
these moments once moved like fingers.
love your work, you are gifted.
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Did you write that? It's beautiful.
ReplyDeleteneat and very well written...abstract too
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