revision:
wrapped in warmth
of sunlight reflected
in the fire of her
hair.
you can almost
hear
the salty ocean foam
ebbing along
now unsullied shores.
bouquet of island flowers;
over sweet
and impure.
too fleeting to last.
like him.
cento
from Matt Rasmussen's Black Aperture
openly, unashamed
swabbed clean
my coat pockets were full of ash.
it melts into puddles the color
of whatever hovers above
and let the space I free up
remain vacant
like empty and elegant suits
filling every shadow
blowing the dark open.
and I wrote this,
and this.
an echo of the other
a red voice urging
EXIT.
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