Silent
The glimmering of rock
like ambers, embers of a long gone fire, where color was forged
under blue grayness, the fading heat of the new summer sun... icy
heat, like a fragrance of a brewing jam upon the wind
smells, of the spices of gems and of the deep sea,
of something strange, untold unpassed.
the air... simmering
as if, to mix light with the sky, dissolves... in strands of waterfall like breaths
the thin corners of light within ones hand
revealed
becoming reality... nature
like from within a small green leaf
a light borne into a new day
a solidness
of deep mercury stillness
gazing... yet blinking
the intertwining inwards sea, the blackholes of
dragonfly eyes...
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