Halcyon Haze

A door bell,
bait,
dangerous frazzling in Florida heaven,
fire in the ice box,
ten thousand hands reaching out,
lips on the glass,
stifled.

I will not make boring art.
She likes to break the ice
I like to stir it

There’s no one left to be
nothing to fix, no where to go
Rejoice
In divine emptiness of thought!








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