Spirals

Incense smoke dances in circles,

Swirling and swirling,

Like dizzy fairies in the silence

Of my lilac room

.

Alone —

I’ve been existing among

Living ghosts.

Heavy books and dead poets

Are all I have at this point.

Yet,

The perfumes of a strange life

Lend me wings. I travel

From here to a distant,

Unknown Paradise

.

My eyelids

Close like curtains… The weather was gray

Outside

.

ML

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