behind her all is nothingbut goldenand through the tipof my nostrilsI can only sense as much.
what it is with her I cannever know
everything simply asecretbehind her shoulder.
everything simply asecretbehind her shoulder.
behind her all is everythingbut goldenand we can wispthrough colorsand nightslike thunderlike lightningand never knowthe differences thatexistbetween one another.
behind her all is relativebehind her all is retained
behind her all is simplebut complicatedand drowningin the golden burnsof reality.
a haze which doesn'twash offin the rain.
Painting by Christina Steele. Words by Joshua Robert Long.
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