Albedo's Spell

Bewitched...
                                   The bone-colored  orbit,
                               hexing,  circulatory,  delicate,
                           beset by black velvet pierced thru
                         by  diamond fireflies nailed in place.
                         A  painful  cloud of  breath, I look up,
                          run  through  by  cold,  teary  eyes,
                            hot  blood, frozen time, I wonder,
                              glazed, hypnotized, transfixed
                                  by  the mirror  of the sun
                                                ...Albedo
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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