Sunday, April 3, 2022

Grey area



The grey painted cement 

redundant and radiating

through my body

the days suns rays-

Still, at dusk

clouds conceal

any prism possible

from what could home

from new horizons

by night-

fall.

I retreat into

cool slate clean sheets.

Alone,

I make warmth

of close space

to release 

the solid Time. 


Painting by Johan Christian Dahl(1788-1857), 'Clouds over the Palace Tower at Dresden' c. 1825 in Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.

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