endlessforms

dreamworld photographer

  • it, she, they

and the mirror
not her waking,
aching body showed,
but endless forms,
from feathered fractal
edges spilling out
a snowstorm
swirling silent
in her eyes


a thing we kind of want to experiment with is the idea of writing a poem but then discarding large parts of it and only leaving fragments, with missing pieces in between them- sapphocising it?


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