so cold

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collage: Steve Wing, Florida + Dorothee Lang, Germany

any anxious color

says bob dylan so cold
smoke is in the air white steam
in bright light
icy unbroken roofs
like a giant's jawbone graveyard
full of little for sale signs.

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words: Michael K. White, Colorado

Circadia

Sandy thoughts blowing in
Solitude is a companion coming
With the shadows of dreams
Encircling the sky

Candy rocks dot the lifescape upon
That one is thrashed with perception's sweet deceit
Harder than the waves that break upon stone
Then rejoin to form new wholes

A barbed wire of stars prick the sky
Even as sleep begins to bleed in search of light
In a long silence, filled with the screech of sanity
Voiceless and hungry
It seems the only escape

From underneath a cocoon shines
The blinding brilliance of normalcy
The secret of the myth that is life
Woven with Time's imperceptible hands

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words: Swati Nair, India (birdy's world)