Fatigue slows
the inner voice
till there’s nothing
but stone
cold
focus
Chagall 2015
Tag Archive: clear mind
Alight! These thoughts
tossed warmly burst
tendrils so cloudy so close
to the ground, spry will o’ wisps
flutter in filigree pattern, etched
in time, impressed on the gray
so simply, I place it aside, in a box.
Suddenly all of the world is a prism.
© Chagall 2015
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