An idyll flowersFrom the bud of a daydreamWhere oblivion awaitsBeyond the obsidian trenchesOf a deep lethargyFlushing out the fluorescent streamsOf office lights;Shrinking the hectic clatterOf trilling phones and clamoring voicesTo diminutive drips of soundLost in the rippling spreadOf a purple pastel escapeSlipping through the seamsOf imaginationTo collect in a poolTrickling from her open mouthAt her Continue reading