Pylon, glitter catching on a wall.
Curled photographs smile from a blu tack gallery.
Every part of mind is taken
chock-full of things.
Inside there is a graceful folding motion
in the dark.
Origami. Translucence.
A dancefloor lighting up in rainbows.
Feet tip-tapping.
The soundtrack is Bjork.
Shapes crease away, disappearing.
They can be found again.
Relax.
You think no longer.
What could possibly be more beautiful.
You think no longer.
No flash of light catching on glitter takes your eye.
Shapes,
Sounds,
Mouth eyes sight
Body
Thought
Pylon, glitter catching on a wall.
Dissolves, dissolves, dissolves, dissolves, dissolves.
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