the uncoiling…

that disturbs

sound.

the confusing

of resiling

bounds.

those playful mobiles

above my head’s

beds

of thought.

how adorable.

(Or, something profane. I forget which.)

mesmerising:

their petrifying –

the timbres compound,

defying

original intent,

no harm

was ever meant,

but you know I have to duck

circumstance demands I pluck

the searing missiles

from my psyche.

 

 

 

23 thoughts on “the uncoiling…

    • You are too kind, really.
      Thanks for taking the time and visiting. I’m not on here as much as I used to be, but I do enjoy the interaction.
      And I am beyond happy and amazed if this inspires! 🙂

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