Glass house, crystals dangle
violet sparks, iris
I am blind
except for elated scent
a trail of overtone
a nuance
I catch the indigo in
a cornea by feel,
moist.
Moist like citrine
a clash of saffron
you alone
in your swayback chair
behind glass walls.
Delighted,
I knock and knock again,
knock and knock again
You stare ahead at
crystals dangling, dazzling
a fractured lens
a dilated pupil
I knock
Just Carrie 
Good one!!! What was the inspiration?
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Covid dreams are so vivid. What are they trying to tell us? Love the poem
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As always, thoughtful and inspirational. Isn’t it great to dream? That’s something one cannot take away, no matter what.
Love you, Carrie.
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Love it! Those dreams!
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Amazing and transfixing.
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