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A single blush
within a square inch
a glimpse of green
and splash of blue
painted hills fade
to from the foreground.
A box between two worlds
oppression of walls
which would squeeze
out the last drops of life.
While somewhere beyond
blooms touched by the sun
and birds may sing.
A tormentuous square
carved out in for neat
sides to give speculation
for what lay in wait and
may never be touched.
Colors merged and pulled
apart, a living painting
teasing escape that
dwells only far within
the mind.
And the body stays rooted
to hard floors and lids
snapped tight in place.
11:41 PM - 10/18/2007 -
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