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A poem of free associations, feelings and images


Mold blooming in tea
stone and musk on my sill
Sand sinking upwards
fingers feeling through cupboards
Flowers sulking in shade
creases forming in groves
Smoky tendrils and wisps
lost and floating through glades
Forging tickets and paper
flagellation and gauze
Bowser heart
pollinated eyes

‘Standing Male Nude with Arm Raised, Back View’, Egon Schiele 1910