...
A handful of still frames,
my soft and vibrant mural
depicting curvilinear sweetness
in a vivid eruption of hues,
the startling expressionism
of a momentary encounter
juxtaposed by a subdued canvas
of bone-colored plaster.
A watchful pair of eyes,
previously entrapped by her gaze ,
burned shut by inaction's searing gouges
Charred retinas, hot tears of blood
the only remaining witnesses
to an intangible capitulation,
the gasping inevitably of time.
Tonality's deep richness
drained to silent neutrality.
Precise detail, a precious fragility
fractured by stagnant air,
looses all definition;
The harmony of spatial arrangement,
the three dimensional illusion,
the tenuous reposed images,
peel off in crumbling strips
that flake away to nothing
upon the slightest touch.

A chance encounter's vivacity
beckons lost impressions from below,
guiding them steadily upwards
towards an eerily uninviting glow
to resurface amid sable, swelling dunes,
their hypnotic transversal
of the continually evolving landscape
personifies the liquid desert of my mind;
a tempestuous, brooding ocean,
swollen to a festering ripeness,
stained by psychic uncertainty.
Adolescent fragments,
tiny pieces of her essence,
dramatic ocean floor topography ,
pervades all personal thought,
gradually, initially unnoticed,
like winter's aching whispers
foretelling it's soundless arrival
from it's journeys upon autumnal roads
paved by fallen leaves;
it, too, is drawn by an inexplicable attraction
found betwixt a mystical maze
that winds back through ancestral time,
and an ephemeral glimpse of perfection,
infused within her soul,
and beheld when I saw her smile.
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