Whistler

Tales of pride on the bridges of mind and flame
sense the jettison
wrap the sweet glut arrow into shadbush sienna
the door is ajar in a kind serious frame
your night the preset greets full violet daze
mimics an interlude
adrift bells amplify films onto lights facile
guile from the basil you dispose of in bloom
skin decreases angst absorbs daggers like matters
my rake is a bliss in masks cloud moonrise
burrs aquariums with the attention of flesh

-Chris(toph) Girard
www.chrisgirard.com

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