of variously grey shades
bring a cubist eye to your face
surround the dark
lighting it up
in the alpenglow of some Colorado
slanting gold-green sunset
A Black Swan sentiment,
a melted gold heart, hard
deeper than a cobalt midday ocean sky
violent fire eyes
beating, shooting, carrying
everyday's red to your throat
forehead flying
body, disconnected, tuned to
a bone-man's dance
of kaleidescopic Chagall color
a weird parallel-universe day
thoughts, birds, flying in the treetops
caught, impenetrable
upside-down, rightside-up
a Dylan-hush, mutter, stutter
in the smoke of the twilight, on a milk-white steed
Michaelangelo, indeed, could have carved out your features
a million tiny holes
a thousand lifetimes
a hundred smells
cardamom, coriander
10 loves
five deaths
three stories
one life
a million and one ways
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