smoke....born of the flame
a sign of smoldering embers
composed of fragmentary dreams
or a wind flown mist
of translucid rainbows
scooped up
from languid shores
hiding reason
or life's frailties
and adding a hint of wildness
to any dish
it's not a calculated obstruction,
it but wants those it has enveloped
to rummage for terra firma
and you can have dialogue
with it, if you only know
the screen's tattoo
now mirrors....
coat within
to recognize
planar counterparts
curve them
to espy
convergent caves
or intersecting vexes
glaze without
to inspect
parabolic light from stars
or the leftover crumbs of life
layer the lacquer atoms thick
and the dark will see,
the light are blind
bend the colors
to annihilate
or acquaint
but the special ones
oh, the special ones
they grant Aranmula's luck
so the question remains....
can wild light refractions
ever interface
with scrambled motes?
can confoundment
ever synthesize?
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