Friday, November 11, 2016

Evenings Are My Jewelry Box

A salmon shredded by cosmic claws
fell to pieces along dry scales,
spilling carnelian clouds across the wasted sun.

Buoyant and lovely in alien purity,
a pearl quit the depths of the East
for the height of an inked purple mass.

Later,
Congealed rose-gold flakes of mutable fish
outshone the Luminosity
until the West plummeted –

And a velvet cover appeared,
lining the lid of the world,
hinged upon encroaching hours
in which I fixated upon a dream.

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