Saturday, 25 June 2011


the reprimanding blow that reminds you,
you are pressed up against a glass pane.
features blurring into a peach canvas,
with your old papers crumpling,
as your new ideas break like waves,
new fruition bending bows.
As the reaper, breaks in half,
and the orchids burst to bloom and laugh,
the fire is crackling, like beetles snapped in half.

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