The moon plays with her covers Inner garden August 1, 2023 Leave a Comment Cancel Comment Name* Email* Website
Almost touching ~ A brush away ~ A stone's throw ~ A sheet’s width ~ A hair's breadth ~ A needle tip ~ A switch flip ~ A remote click ~ A channel turn ~ An antenna pitch ~ The smallest shift ~ The slightest pivot ~ The softest whisper ~ The surest shout ~ A pinch of salt ~ A sprig of mint ~ A speck of sand ~ An ounce of reason ~ Side by side ~ Lip to lip ~ Eye to eye ~ Looked right over ~ And walked right past ~
How are words, not colour ~ How are sounds, not shape * How is vocabulary, not fashion £ How is language, not place ^
Light is the sharpest point in existence. Sharper than split atoms. It enters without cutting. It carves clarity through the pristine of purity. It pierces your eyes. It maps your mind in mirrors. It engulfs everything
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