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linearis
prying pink clouds
lined with a thousand eyes
see me
unprotected in this flatland
unaffected in this mourning
numbing agent absent
organic numbness creeps
filling me
stuffed as a glove box.
I fall in spinning open air
rainbow speckled dust stinging and pocking
my face and hands
I hold myself like a monogram
never in the moment
never wanting this moment
anything to escape THIS moment
in the silence of the sketch.
lined with a thousand eyes
see me
unprotected in this flatland
unaffected in this mourning
numbing agent absent
organic numbness creeps
filling me
stuffed as a glove box.
I fall in spinning open air
rainbow speckled dust stinging and pocking
my face and hands
I hold myself like a monogram
never in the moment
never wanting this moment
anything to escape THIS moment
in the silence of the sketch.
Published 6th Nov 2013
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Anonymous
6th Nov 2013 4:57am
Indeed so, captured by the moment that soaks one like thin air, thanks for the write!!!
7th Nov 2013 1:41pm
A most mysteriously appealing style you have. I keep coming back to read again. I sense there is something here pertaining to the life of a plant, after a little research on the word "linearis". I might be wrong about that, so feel free to correct me. I like to learn. Your work is challenging, but you make it seem effortless. Good stuff.
30th Dec 2013 6:26pm
I am.like ButcherScraps, intrigued by your style and subject matter. I like that you challenge the reader. I did my research as well and came to the same plant conclusion as BS
