[poem written with drawing pen and coloured pens, washed wish water, on a tea-bag aged scrap paper I made last year][click to enlarge, or read txt version here]
This came to me today, when I realised... it's marking me.
"I ebb and flow into your mind
I am the fear within your tunnel of time
creating seismic superfluous yarn
weaving yourself into an intricate darn
Barrier."
2 comments:
aah it's getting inside me!
it better not.....
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