Mind: a blank verse

Mind: a blank verse
When the world shuttles in.
Open your heart to the madness
And the moisture in our eyes.
The cold steel, the last train
That passed just seconds ago.
White: a blank tone
When the taxi rattles by.
Our way out is not a way
But a circle, a Ferris wheel mile,
While the crisp palette of winter
Descends like a heron.
Orbit: I¹ll take my flight
When the morning comes.
Night, with its flapping wings,
Only sends me to the depths,
No more night and no more day.
Love changes, rolls its waves
Orchids hide their eyes in love.
Violent winter and foamy sea
Each to each, the palest cheeks.

(August 2005)

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