The fold of a hemless robe over collar and breastbone. The glow of an ink-lined moon behind a willow tree. Ivory will'o'wisps that leave falling-star trails in their wake. A wash of evaporating ego under the hollow of my throat. Bare shoulders that hold a rib cage still and steady. The vibrating echo of xylophonic water droplets. A formless throat-singer keeps time across half a string of prayer beads. I pass through the iris.
9:41 p.m. - 2015-09-28
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