COVID Dreams in April 2020

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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

 

 

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