sexta-feira, 24 de julho de 2015

Scapes

landscapes and lovescapes
beescapes buzzing from a trunk
a scapespace of loveliness


bloodscapes clotting in little islands
pulsing and scaping
like fine flour through a sieve
through a hive
through a scape
of eyes and nerves through the night
a vision and a feeling
and then the nothingness of peacefulness 

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