A muted face comes clear
Behind the sunshine petals
An ambiguous visage so unclear
Intentions unbound by common fears
The face shifts out of focus
Like a snake charmer's ambient
Gift for latitude in the course of
Hocus pocus.
Tendrils of light spread out
In fingers of geometric anonymity,
No animosity to the lender
Just the unlikely bee or mite
For to tickle your nose
Or perchance
To it bite
Behind the sunshine petals
An ambiguous visage so unclear
Intentions unbound by common fears
The face shifts out of focus
Like a snake charmer's ambient
Gift for latitude in the course of
Hocus pocus.
Tendrils of light spread out
In fingers of geometric anonymity,
No animosity to the lender
Just the unlikely bee or mite
For to tickle your nose
Or perchance
To it bite
geometric anonymity
ReplyDeletedo we all exist like this?
xo
erin
could be...maybe we'll evolve to the point where we can control our light impulses and escape the bonds that tie us to the ground?
ReplyDeleteeh..that's probably only allowed in death