As sequences of life
Pour through this prism glass
The world pounds in the heads of me
Shattered pulsating veins
Remain my brain
Upon the beach
Like the sands are strewn
About the desert
Silence and chaos flutter around
Misty eyes
in the moonlight
Tracing-
Forests with footprints
Watch bordoms destroy
Once crystal, coloured
Lacings
of enchanted dreams
In prisms
And twilights wash out
Toward sea
Malibu, California 1966
© Wendy Gwen Martin 2009
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