Bottomless Sound
I feel myself sucked
into bottomless sound
that circles and swishes
around and around.
I feel myself float-
feel myself go-
into the endless
the timeless- the slow.
Colours in splices
splatter the space-
changing- arranging
and splashing my face.
Sometimes in a moment
the real shimmers in-
I blink it out quickly
and slip back to spin.
Joy Weare.
7th October, 2007.
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