Painting : 'Autumn Fields' by Mstislav Pavlov
I ate Nicotine with sugar crumbs the other night
The paths drooled into oblivion in my throat
The skinfolds vesseled light.
A millennial genesis in the crossroads of your palm
An untidy mirror,a door or two
Claimed your vision by surprise
And built up sight.
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