lingual
Leonardo Cutout
Tempest - The Newton's cradle of my heart swings
Between velvet phantoms and harlequins.
Between
Learnt expressions and fragile links
Worms escape their false visage,
Like sun filled raindrops
From a porous mind.
Consciousness a knife to threaten this fruit
The visions fade in a citrus mist
Not dancing, but now formless.
Time to go.
By ~ Ari Solitaire
Porcelain
gLike
2010