When the dawn stretches closer
I ponder the mysteries of bristles, threads of consciousness
a calculate reflection on mornings that slip by
citrus banter and mint-soaked dreams.
Curled swirls of toothpaste lay dormant,
cocooned in ceramic confines
perhaps they hum the gentleness of unicorn whispers.
This brush—a voyager of molars, fortified yet tremulous
galloping through decay-ridden canyons,
do the shadows comprehend its duty?
Strange synonyms of delirium delve determinedly
strange upheaval, a zefiro, refrainђе a coat of ink
Can you taste the songs of sumptuous spaces?
Links are concealed in the catacombs of this composition: