We see the body drop
under, probably nowhere.
Someone's cooled on distance,
outside, beyond perception.
Under the glow striving to be,
as in be,
being, belonging, having form
for our vision, some conception, maybe.
This green could be purple
and shadows
wherever they desire to be -
only shade and a reflection not behind her,
in front of the mirror, looking out.
Is it a window?
Or is it a bird?
Up there. Right in front of you.
Sad face,
while he said it was ‘contemplative.’
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