I hereby take you, to be my reader, to salve and to scold, as debtor or worse, for ditcher, for borer, in thickness and in stealth, to shove and to perish, till death screw us smart.
The sad part is I wrote a few different openings and that was still the best one. 🙂
No further preamble, I’ll share some notes in the post-ramble.
“Blinded by the Sight”, July 30, 2020.
An empty gallery, silent and chill, slumbers passively, doors slightly ajar
The crisp air slowly escapes into the transient warmth of a summer evening
Long halls of meticulously curated art orderly await next day’s voyeurs
But lacking accurate classification, plaques are mere paltry fragments
Framed lacking context and of polished ancient timber
An exclusively human grown forest of divine rainbow-mottled trees
Each a singular looking glass into distinct settings
Changing worlds, phasing dimensions, augmenting perception
Uniquely proficient psychic teleportation
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