The balance between the waves as they thrash.
The moments that the moon lit the waking hours
The breathlessness pounding down
The dreams bottles in capsules of beads
Tears tucked upon quilted flowers
The glitter and litter of neuroses.
The armor of amethyst
The alchemy of absurdity
An odd and fractured kiss
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The Silent Singer 
Wonderful language and imagery, my dear friend.
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Well done. It makes my mind whirl and wonder. Thank you for following my blog.
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Thank you!
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