this eden is beautiful

"call a place paradise and kiss it goodbye"

Drumbeats against my sky

Words and pictures Swim before me Faces from someone else world They breathe as me Feel as me

fathoms

what a water poem

scenery

thinking shackles

Phases

I came to this late still late from all the past nuances of imagination, of self-creation - seems like I've been this and that thing a distraction, but always interesting nonetheless -

future

my time is now

Memories are made of this

Not for one moment could she imagine how life might change

Welcome

In the evening colored reality undresses and her bleak skeleton tucks itself into bed Will we overcome?

Holiday

Standing in the departure hall I call the tower for clearance, Fly back thirty years to land Running barefoot on wet sand

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