Cartesian Sex Stadium
Do you think... the mist of dreams
'a sister of the fog mem'ries,
gliding a lost horizon matted against a cloud
of an architect's arches and circus curves;
colors and feathers, intention and detail.
She likes to wear a mask when the lights flicker on
All your pain and bliss moaned in one song.
Copyright © Wyatt Loethen | Year Posted 2016