of star doors swinging entry
this is a whirling circle
tamed by an inner ear level bubble defined by waves of sound
witch fly on by in your gently curved lines
that become the golden calves of biblical fame
missing the target
no bull's eye wounded
towers of babble
colors sing louder
and what of the grace of line anf the jagged edges of
mightier swords writing history
like snowflakes of ash burning
is all they are
the ennui and fury
the blank sexuality
the love incredulity
no sense beyond a silver circle signifying what isn't
how the liver was bruised
how the bleeding face in the bathtub cried by itself
how murder was imagined
how the moment eluded
where the stars go in daylight
lie the hidden treasures of nothingness
out of the void
but concieved therein
a mobius magick wrought rolling
rock on
About the Creator
susan marie loehe
everything is Art, Art is Everything.
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