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 2023
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