Off the Wall as Of the Coast

Conjured it all up. Anyone’s guess I guess.


The serenity of surplus

And a tiger

Make a mountain

Out of nothing …

 

(Water stems from solemn dew)

 

The tainted voices

Of the myriads

Echo though the hallway;

And me

I’m off …

 

(fern-like structure in fractal bloom)

 

Discerning light from faraway;

The sea and the beach

In strong fervour …

Drowning by capacity

To life,

And live again …

 

(We will return as of mind)

 

 

© Omecronon12 2020
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