Moon black, concealed within a pocket.
lying, deposited among a double bed,
wax work stage props,
a moniker during hypnosis
You cant breathe?
time vacated the room,
stealing anything in sight,
snapshot rain froze
paused, by the windowsill,
You can breathe, Just inhale.
The mosaic fruit streamed
color on our faces
lighting flares
among transparent skies.
Hastily panicking
vomiting, abstracting the rain
on the windowsill,
breathe, a glass of water.
Voids of dreams
flashing candles,
scattering,
Escaping through holes in empty space.
Breathe, spare the fire,
ignite semi concisenesses, city lights
and uncollected struggles
Breathe, skeletons pace,
scattering wasted paint
on projected calenders.
flowers sucking color
from anything that moves,
Time surrounding, dispersing
cluttered relief.
Breathe, relief.
softness,
calm relinquished
shackles,
Breathing as one.
Gold trophy winner
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