3 Piece Suite

In this projection, outward fear, something uncomfortable, an illness, crucial losses, like pained smiles, draping down faces, over animal rugs.

I sieve my thoughts, draining more, tapping on windows, down in the town, losing the grip, on stable heart, death that grew, lasting for months.

To break down the forces, handles of chores, ironing out the stains, bored of war, ghost came again, living a light, sorting the seams, wanton loves.


Author: leeethomas

Visual Artist, musician and writer from Australia. Interested in Love and the Mind.

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