Face map...
Face map - with freeways -
tracking with hurt -
laughter paths - squiggle -
alive and alert...
Creases of high life
merge with the low -
twitches and itches
quiver - then go...
Windows are open -
glassy and clear -
warm in the morning -
a flicker of fear...
Furrows of failure
flinch into fright -
fight with the dreaming -
frown out the light...
Cascades of silence
fall - fresh and slow -
washing the panic -
letting it go...
Joy Weare,
13th April, 2010.
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