Monday, October 6

Rosy Posey

She lost herself in shoals of gleam
Became submissive drop in stream
Bits of colored glass
Sparks, sharks, pretty in the beams

Around her drift the thousand blues
And effloresce unfathomable hues
Moments snailing past
Sweet art, dark heart, come to woo

And in the plasmic playing ground
Distracting comfort, light, and sound
Spinning freakish fast
Rosy posey, posers, ringing round.

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