dream healing

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is there no escape
sucked into reason’s vortex
whirled by a prose world
i spit shadow stone tablets
until sense breathes tear-gasped formless
grace-fallen process
word-ditch ignorant gone


cloud moulded rain dried peasant
ramble-wide parishbound
leaflit gold as klimt
rich as a breeze on the meaning of seasons
pass pilgrim pass
to harmony

K. H-H / A. H (22nd November 2019)

One Comment Add yours

  1. Toni says:

    Reblogged this on a blind catch in the sun and commented:

    I’d forgotten about this one, quite nice and a good feeling it is about . . .


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