Veils
like angel wings
or cobwebs
The clouded eyes that open together, six to a face
blinking in disorder at the North wind's silent fire
Sparks and snowflakes spiral together in a black hole of white
Washed gray as the muted moon
The dead sperm cells entomb their keys as if smothered promises
lost at sea in an iceberg spanning acres
Red berries encased in ice
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Shadow Chatter
PoetryBetter read with an open mind. Best read with an empty mind. A Spiritual Text and Testament Artwork by the Author
