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Fiona Duffy

Dream #5

Azure smeared blush.

Morass garden.

Confusion. Foraging.

Heaviness.



the question wades against her lips

awaiting the tongue’s surrender.



dragonfly on her shoulder.


the words fall over.


“where did she

go?”


he recalls.


“she was imbued with blue. a willow

mantled dusk. the element of impalpability

creeps around her lungs. she walks the

horizon field and gazes with knees steeped in

undergrowth braces. a silent scream for us to

scour for her vestige. she hides to be

unearthed only to flee when eyes near her

essence.”



Haziness. Straying.

Melancholy. Dimmed

foliage. Still felled cicadas.

Emersion through

immersion.

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