
Douse my dreams in poetic licence
because honey, I’m BACK
to black, poetry, colour
to kaleidoscope love
to kaleidoscope feeling
to kaleidoscope healing
free-thought, free-write, free-be
I value my freedom and
form and function [are] slip-ping
like mist
nothing more than evocation
gutteral, sensuality, language
I, ME, MINE
awakening
I…
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