The steamy chutes
Of endless fountains
Blow a mist of rosemary
Through flourishing expanses.
A perfect angle
Bathes in purity
As a bed of embers
Lets smoke fill the air.
Fluttering hinges flung open,
Starry globes
Are compressed
To glowing particles,
As flawless columns
Perpetually extend,
Like a procession
Running the gauntlet of possibility.
A contest entry
- Abstract. Be different. by Trent plus pen.
650 points, ended July 3, 2007, 38 entries
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