Psyche Terrain

Lost colonies.

Attacking cotton balls.

The water stretching over my year.

Serendipitous discovery of disease.

An island with hideous creatures of smoke.

Aggressive violins singing in a corner I can’t forget.

I have rotting songs in a heap behind the house.

Little mimes are jerking to life in the detritus.

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