Words In Limbo
Ephemera hung from the philosopher’s stoned mind
A plethora of rubies dangled at the heart of suspense
Diaphanous souls mingled at crossroads of thought
Seeping miasma and fragrance cutting diamond’s edge
Archetypes flowing at the rubicon of incisive return
16th February 2020
I chose the words in bold for no reason other than they came to my mind. Let me
call it stream of consciousness, or poetry in motion ...
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