Momentarily I became soft, not soft exactly but like glass become thick liquid, melting, memories of hot silica, pliable, and if you knew you could reach your hand through to the other side to Alice's Wonderland.
Through the glass; through the invisible world.
It didn't last; edges returned,
and I continued on.
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some interesting imagery and metaphors here Brenda!
ReplyDeletethanks, Boris xo
ReplyDeleteand did you like the softness? did it frighten you?
ReplyDeletea good question, Sky... and yet I find myself unable to answer since this is a poetic image...
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