Sitting Senses



Dimmest brightness washes

The owls toward hooting sounds

Like sensuous mist gives

Full of streaming light surrounds


Water speckles the skin

Felt like an angel's web

We begin to glimmer

And know everything sped


Rays of ultraviolet

Drench a rag and makes borne

The abstract wets no dread

The painting is real warm



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