Catch Some Wide Eye

One Vermilion-Tinted Feather: Able, Long and Slender


blazing storms whisking in
a preponderance of ponderings
leaving the befuddled muse bereft
and musing in her tracks
stilled where she lay.
unfocussed tessellations
rob her of her memory,
slither into her mind
building tiny stone houses
just here; just there.
what can one square inch hurt?
it hurts her all the while:
these altars to the mini-gods
who demonize her days.
what strong treachery in the dark!
what strange sorrow in the day…

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