A cloak is dreamt. It is long, hooded, and heavy- as iridescent as a fish. Its imagined scales are of many colors. They resemble organ stops, tombstones, or pats of plastered paint. When donned, its weight makes one stumble- Accretions from an empath's trove.
This skin gets more and more thin, and can’t stop what wants to get in. What’s seen in crowding eyes. What’s under, in disguise. This night life sees the knives; sees the fortunes of our lives. Still it feels the warmth of smiles; a lover’s selfless sweet denials. *** Image: https://pixabay.com/users/welshpixie-10119553/
Mister Bluetooth Feels as though he is wired to receive, Willing or no, The auras and vibes of those travelling through time with him. Chance encounters that many would not mark Shower him with ceaseless impressions. Some souls seem born with wells of kindness. He returns what he has of this, out of tired... Continue Reading →