only ever a phenomenal
anonymous dancer
standing by the guard
of the gates of death
don't touch
there are open wounds
bleeding orchards red
and miracles that are silent as well as
invisible in under the cloak of the expected
silver spider web growing in the long hair
it sways down the back and
around the hips
clouds at the naked feet with their
tiny ankle bells ringing
someone is looking back at you
for a moment in the mist of the mirror
and smiles are traded for joyful inner journey tickets
winds are always changing
to freshen the banishment's losses
the scope blowing spectrums painted
into black symbols deepening on the parchment
walls drawn into waves
atop the hills rolling away
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susan marie loehe
everything is Art, Art is Everything.
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