The orange
& yellow
landscapes
of the dark,

where moolight
and dawn
revel,

write
strange
blossoms

out of hollow
breath.

some are
thin

as shanty town
walls,

others as warm
and rough
and full

as a lion’s
mane.

The landscapes
of the dark
wither

to the sound
of the crumbs
from leftover
dreams

in between
the fingers
&
write strange
blossoms

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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