[ S U N B L O O D ]

I’ve got this need,
to shine in a flood
of inner love and
some kind of sunblood.


Like birth in bloom
of flower petal,
a crease of colour
in tumbling windshape.


This dreamwarped world,
this spectrum, serene.
I’m unattached.
I’m overboard.
My palette has been wiped clean.

The End

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