my
goodness
gracious!
now i
know why
i was
shaking.
now i
know why
there were
stones behind
beside and
merged with
my lids
my cones
and rods.
and now i
can rest with
the wind felt
within these
wine
brushstrokes.
now i can
breathe mauve
vapours in.
now i can sleep
inside a voilet
landscape.
