tonight the sky.
dark palette.
the stars are projectors.
the paintings of them are in
perpetual motion,
carry the zero.
conflicted still life.
of spathodea.
of pomegranate.
of her own folded-up *****
it's all in how you interpret
the brushwork.
girls can tell.
a reassuringly dull sunday
turns to intrigue.
the busy girl buys beauty.
people are places and things.
lost affections in a room
in need of images
or at least explanations.
she looks for it.
she listens for them.
the sound of existing.
the sound of a quiet room.
a rainstorm or possibly the sound
of someone taking a shower.
blind little rain.
autosleeper lowers her head.
the economy of sleep patterns.
and little else celsius.
tonight the sky.
tomorrow a place where
one can ruin oneself,
go mad, or commit a crime
with paint.
Aug 15, 2022
Aug 15, 2022 at 9:07 AM UTC
tonight the sky.
dark palette.
the stars are projectors.
the paintings of them are in
perpetual motion,
carry the zero.
conflicted still life.
of spathodea.
of pomegranate.
of her own folded-up *****
it's all in how you interpret
the brushwork.
girls can tell.
a reassuringly dull sunday
turns to intrigue.
the busy girl buys beauty.
people are places and things.
lost affections in a room
in need of images
or at least explanations.
she looks for it.
she listens for them.
the sound of existing.
the sound of a quiet room.
a rainstorm or possibly the sound
of someone taking a shower.
blind little rain.
autosleeper lowers her head.
the economy of sleep patterns.
and little else celsius.
tonight the sky.
tomorrow a place where
one can ruin oneself,
go mad, or commit a crime
with paint.
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