Through the glass; through the invisible world.
It didn't last; edges returned,
and I continued on.
Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
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Momentarily I became soft, not soft exactly but like glass become thick liquid, melting, memories of hot silica, pliable, and if you knew you could reach your hand through to the other side to Alice's Wonderland.
Through the glass; through the invisible world.
It didn't last; edges returned,
and I continued on.
Through the glass; through the invisible world.
It didn't last; edges returned,
and I continued on.
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some interesting imagery and metaphors here Brenda!
ReplyDeletethanks, Boris xo
ReplyDeleteand did you like the softness? did it frighten you?
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