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I cradle my head
in my palms
There's an inerasable vision
of hearts and bones
inwoven in a spider web
Untied forget-me-nots
writhing disentanglement
A collage of all the dead roses ,
tawny petals bestrewn across
a fallow frozen mind-scape ;
hidden behind eye-lid's
hesitantly arising curtain
just like a noir movie screen
I saw love disfigure me
*wild is the wind ... December 4th, 2016
written in a spilled pensive moment
I may need a title that helps flush out
the underlying unspinning a cocoon ?
