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Tuesday

It is quiet between the walls

the layered textiles

the paper walls

there is a faint sound of strings

i think

and a hum in the clouds

I like the word melancholy

it has a little madness

part sadness

and part magic

I use my antenna to listen

to the far away distance

the particles and static

Gold behind their eyes

a halo of transmitters on their heads

staring into recorded memories

of the places in a beforeland

it's the end of October

thinking of all the other Octobers

when no one was watching

when things were experienced

and rarely documented

shoes with gold

transmitters

so that I can

hear you better

sitting by the edge

of the pool

(mixed media collage painting)

the print is available in the shop )