Rafa.the.Magnificent
G.O.A.T.
dervish
This triggered thoughts of Kubrick and the Steadycam.Maize Maze
Blue Muse
Beneath the crags of dream
the wild woman paints a sign
past and future undecided.
With nacre lips, she whispers
words of cool vermouth.
Below the dolorous crags of dream
itinerant shadows, petulant colors, viscous lies.
Flowers crane to watch her dance.
Shadows chase her feet.
She is the opposite of what I know.
Everything begins in her land
of insignias and charms.
Ghosts drift like clouds
in the star-touched night.
Shade and shape tremble in the trees.
She sheds her armor of limpid magic.
She sips from a river that has lost its way.
Quietly she calls a name.
The sun and moon align
like a perpetual trap.
I tangle in her hours.