Scents of Madness

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Wailing storms
Sing of death
Remembrance swirls
In a gyre of pain
True memory
Evoked though
Colors and song
Of gin of vodka
In toilet tanks
In washing machines
Under the sink
In drawers
Broken crashing
Wedgewood
Tureen and plates
Ashtray shards
Mosaic glittering
Mopped by long hair
Scrubbing suburbia
Shattered stars
And glittering Stueben
Sparkling broken
In moonlight
Refracted rainbows
Wild grapes and tears
The scents of madness
Steinway painted
With shame
All music being
Of time once was
Becoming ashes
Quietly disbursed
In hidden swirling
Wakulla whirlpools
Labyrinth dream
Rivers tunneling
Through Florida
Limestone cleansed
Bursting forth
In crystal or tannic
Or artesian
Springs singing
Of rebirth as
The storms above
Wail of the life
That never dies
With lightening
Sparked fires a
Tiny reminder
All can become
Ashes blown in
The heart’s
Wailing storm song
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Bear . . 06.30.2014
ⓒ Bearspawprint 2014
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