We float, effortlessly melding
along blanched parchment
congregating in a mass
of synapses
searching for an outpost.
We reach, over stretched
Querying philosophies
emulsifying in a search for truth,
Not our honesty.
That lies in sensitivity,
where our colours run
ruin, embracing
Enhancing what we once were.
©2014 Shân Ellis
Musings and Smatterings
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The carefree child
Whiles away the day
Watching the grasses and
Waterwitch bugs
Dancing across the swamp
©2014 Archaeomyste
Panoply of Life
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changing seasons
the space between
our heartbeats
©2014 Sandi Pray
Ravencliffs
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stump of my
p . u . l . s . e
int the ab
stract-urge
the kind I want to-fuck
to-feel as-real a s this
scar
©2014 Cat Cray
SOMEHOWCONSTANT
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the colours of life
swirling by
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