passing through (freeverse)

in a world of appearances 
substance absorbs into the picture
as violent paint  

blotted across a plane of brilliant pain
hearts connected in vain 
-
intricate designs- what we build 

folding paper, exposing layers
-
craters of greedy time scattered 
through a canvas,
a deep wound,
quench the lack with another,
and again spill the void
in virulent excess  
--
 
a slave to circles 

i'm just passing through

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sonnychasm

Literature, art, science, travel. Writing fiction, non-fiction, poetry. Always wrestling with language.

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