Some Hidden Lines of The Traveller Who Just Arrived
faraway
no one is talking to you.
you are
shuttered like an open
window
there are leaks
you cover it
with silk cloth
smooth silence
gleaming colors
of gray
like the body of
a catfish
and reddish
bloody
imagination
turn to pink
my blue day
and admire the
transformation of
your thoughts
like a twilight
there is this orange
that smells like
an orange
because it is
orange
you touch it
and peel it and
taste it
juicy existence
palatable life
dripping sweetness
crushed pulps
bursting bits
soft bites
the room changes into
a home
and you lay your head
on the pillow
thinking good about
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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