Friday 18 January 2013


MONDAY: COMPLEX-PARTIAL SEIZURE ONE

Ochre overcoats retreated into focus as we clockwised
from the dark of the wardrobe. You slid into the mirror,
glass sandwich where you live, aura harlequinning
blacksilver/pinksilver, blacksilver/pinksilver.......
I watched as your face made sounds of kisses to that 
all-of-a-sudden clay maquette of us,
and how it simultaneously returned them.
The aura harlequinned into dissolution.
I re-entered my alternative reality.

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