There in the tinted glass
Circling red-shoulder hawks
On sky preserved deep blue
Even in reflection
© Chagall ∞
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The gaze paints a portrait of
you, lilac and oceanic.
Room-light a dying candle
– the last flame licked, wisps of smoke … the wick –
flutters then dies in evening wind.
The house is dark
save pinholes of stars
where once were windows.
I float here easy as I do
sand or water. Dancing
blue-white as moonlight on snow.
And everywhere, everybody, everything
seems to hum
om.
© Chagall 2016
I live in greys
not black nor white
seeking that which is
diverted to silence
unspoken texts
Disorient
me I demand
a wedge between poles
duality
Sit back let’s watch it
Regardons maintentant!
deconstruct
Chagall 2016
I learned today of
simulacra, kitschy cushy things
illusory being neither
here
nor there
ironic
rediscovery
post-modern (post-modern)
anyone hear that Eco?
Chagall 2016
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