Organza 213109202017

at some queer second not quite between twelve and twelve blue planet dust particles dream suspend midair while sunbeams dance across minute hands in your eyes shag carpet melts into lush dark grass and azure electric runs across petals of daisies dipped in glass air swims carelessly about in a tropical heat and shimmers curiously like glitter in rain or paint splattered koi beneath oil spills you stand at the precipice to purple infinity and curiously ask the darkness "what time it might be" soft words of loved ones echo faintly in distance overhead copper willows generously sprout industrial light-bulbs

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