byLauren Hynde©

It was a slow yellow that crawled from within the filter.

I imagined myself in the eloquent city of colours.

I stood on a road without paths,
May the impossible live,
May the impossible die at a myriapod's feet
To reread silence.

    It's this hand the miracle of time.

    And if I can I will write your name
    To shout your design across the city
    That I burnt down

The burnt city

    The stamens.

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