whispering sweet nothings in my ears
sweetly blowing through my hair as it moves
arranges things never before on the altar together
feather
dry rose
jewelry box
sings songs on top of the world static with harmonious abandon
brings the birds into conversation with a whistle
runs its hands under the rushing warm waters
plays with mirrors that float on water
onlyness sees what the branches write in a feeling
of the Beardsley epoch against late winter skies
and sees the tiny wing of leaves softening
the windowpane framed outside sculpture
onlyness feels empty and spacious
and still
at peace
imagines the soft brushes of Pan
and never looks back
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susan marie loehe
everything is Art, Art is Everything.
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