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DARK INKANTATIONS [HEMISPHERE THIRTY ONE]
HEMISPHERE THIRTY ONE: CHAMPAGNE TO MY REAL FRIENDS
“Happiness is a champagne sunset.” - Anonymous
(LEAH’S BMW, DEVILS NIGHT, DUSK)
Brilliant, rose gold entities rise into the horizon, lingering in the eyes, liquid into liquidity, liquidly.
Leah puts a purple pill on her tongue, and then puts one on Robert’s tongue, handing him a water bottle, with a mysterious elixir, a gypsy smile in the champagne sun, warmth over Robert’s soul:
Suds of champagne.
The engine revs, sending swathes of road into the review, where wept colors levitate and linger, like spirits, stating their case, into the ether, an artistry unparalleled.
* * *
The dark positions itself in the spaces, spaces configured like a mechanism, extending into intricacies and complexities.
Then a new wave flows in, smoothing out the vision, a velvet road, darkness divine.
The convertible closes, sealing them in a bubble of light and consciousness.
Antigravity.
Suds of champagne.
Published 19th Nov 2022
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