Poezie
Heart of glass
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Mediu
What am I to you?
- A black-and-white pokemon pinned on a canvas,
a fluffy explorer roaming the interstellar space,
a drop-dead hag, but not yet in her bloom
Yet no harm’s done
And nothing’s coming our way
‘cause I’m still scavenging on yesterday’s photos
- filling in the blanks, filling out the horizon
Old people’s memorabilia carry another meaning here
photography darkrooms spark another shade of glimmer
- of double entendres, double exposure
In my mind, I’m still doing some jogging in the cold dead winter
on the Isle of Skye
with a few snow-white reflections of the sea beneath your eyes
sitting on a black box recording
hand in hand
watching the heart of things changing colors
- a dinner for two, a table for none
on a tiny blue pixel that just doesn’t fit on this land
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