IN THE BLINK OF A MIST
maybe now I can sleep
having consumed all the sheep
silencing the bleep
of little bo-peep
shadows aren’t silent
with a ringing ear
like a bell clear
from a distant fog
an offset disturbance
turning a blind eye
to the mist
makes unseen echoes
lamps of imagination
calls of unseen images
allusions that allure
silent are the delusions of mists
in curls of a dark breeze
floating pins
masks of water and echoes
A. MENDOZA,2017
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