Insular...
Solid in star-burst
and harbored connection
to mind and to matter
and all things alight
Glass idea shattered
in wrought conversation
impending on tips
of the top of the night
Platinum moon shine
and sing along star songs
to whisk me in circles
'till lucidly spun
Blowing the evening
in wrought conversation
alone in the world
unmistakably one.
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2006
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