hooks in

hooks in

spiral walk
muted grey
brush of black greens
white beams thru
I wind, twist, loop
sit, drift

all I wanted was
that wild lily purple
centered flame orange
a blue metal roof
some exciting mail

come
into this slow sleep
thumb my temple
float me away into the
s a b o t a g e

bounce to
dabs of mirrored
visions
seeping into
live action

the violent pink lips
wear off
to a tepid shower

wind stills

so much to give but
never given

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