you open it -it throbs-beats-staring down you lift it up and kiss it with your soft kissable lips
Charlotte Mew inner insanity freed with the art of words. Wide awake with her dark brown stare….and turned the key upon her fast. Tears would fall at depth of it all.
the kestral remains against the plight of the future static accepting all angst.
when the night drags like a tadpole undulating towards metamorphosis when the day seeks the night rotating blackness in here an evaporation deep wells of milky way reflect on the lighted seas where the boat rocks in cosmic indifference to the slippery hand of Perseus