A Run Into White

My inner species inhale my hues
Leaving me a pale moon without
And the rainbow says
“Can I borrow you”?
Where on Earth am I a befit
My words are now divorced
Off all their semantic charges
As the veneer of the tea table
I see in the picture frame
My father stood in
The cracks in the mirror
Now bid adieu
when I settle the parting of my hair
In the recesses of my homestead
I saw the settings evaporating
From the ancient cover of ‘Lord of Flies’
Marvell’s To His Coy Mistress
Houses no more the Humber
All of me
All in me
Now fading into white
A linen woven snow
©jeyforyou

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