From Out Of
Something began seemingly from out of nowhereA penumbra sun burning violet gold upon the high branches of a dream
Subliminally agreed illusion like an embrace or premonitory prison
Appearing inside a sudden matching of breaths, inhale/exhale
Words were said painting pictures far ahead of fact
Broken sentences were spoken as though the matter were intact and already
Set,
Only not so much in stone oh no not the dreaded substance of concrete
Nothing implied could ever have been so indiscreet to be tried
And failed to see into a holy mirror mirror, fair
Something began seemingly from out of nowhere
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2020-01-04 at 17:52
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