mariacallas
Bluelight Crew
Dust. Feather fragments. The shadow of Snow. Melting from the Eyes. Flowing. Flicker through the slits. Cascades. Betwixt Blinds. Like a Hail. Of granite Rock. Or blinding white Ice. Like Rapid. Mouth movements. Beneath Parallel. Lips. Lids. The French-window Wide. And ledgered. Sunlit and Warm. Where one Length. Overlaps. Against the Next. Staggered. Like the Spine. Of a musical Sequence. Graceful. The Slats Arc. Segments. States. Of Drowning. Comprehended as. Rhythm. As Pattern. For the mind to Decipher. The Thing. Seen Complete. Swallowed Whole. Gulped and Sutured Shut. The World Halts. Between the Blink. The Conclusion. Of a Millisecond. Time. Depth. Space. Bridged. By What. This threads in Us. This Life Continues. Going Down .The Staircase. Coming Up. In Dreams.
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thought id try a totally different way of writing a poem ....glad u like it :D:D:D