melt into it pool of unconscious panoply of colour premiere of unscripted snippets of before possible after here where names glow skittish fireflies book of repetitions mislaid by morning scenes that crumble as neglected birthday cake into the next marvel of the night
Written: April 2019. Explanation: A poem written in my own time as part of Savannah Brown's escapril challenge. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.