Untitled, original poem #35

dreams chasing me
dancing in pillars of flame
 and stoney walls
down in her basement
an old wire room
where darker tapestries
  are hanging like snake skin
   and sin
i see patterns
  set apart from the senses
and smoke as it rises
  in spring-coiled throes


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Author: Transdimensional Poet

Poet, Transdimensional explorer, fisherman.

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