Chilled drink artificially sweetened, a diabolical
headache - wish I were dead - my brain turned
into mush I lurch around, bumping into people
& plants, Winston reads his poetry & with eyes
glazed I stare - my new fairy eyeglasses being
the prettiest I’ve ever seen in my life don’t help
much - two library books waiting to enfold my
aching consciousness within blue fantasies
A previous book - a nasty heroine who got lost
in a painting, didn’t create a safe new universe
in mental landscapes-soon as time permits, I’ll
construct a magic portal to my inner cathedral,
using dreams as my doorway to th’ enchanted
visions where my own young-girl heroine lives
a Cinderella-life to save her wards as she’s an
angel sent to help people on earth – so she
Doesn’t go to a ball - when she returns to the
celestial realms she adds unique experience
to the Eternal Pensieve releasing memories
into Absolute Awareness and her being turns
into joyous alto melodies thus enhancing the
sopranos singing vibrato, floating above soft
velvet bass voice accompaniment within this
heavenly respite where everyone becomes
Anything they want: thereafter she changes
into a fragrant rose, soft pink, which used to
bring tears of delight to her eyes where she
was a maid serving & saving the confused
people in the house of drudge: Never shall
her shining countenance be the blackened
slave of anyone again!
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