Olfactory Evoked Recall

A perfect blue


Green on silver



Silk distance

Shard swept

Petals groomed

For the wind.


Fumed curls

From the copper


Somehow entitles

Visions of childhood.


The fragrance

Of things lost

Stands still in the street.

Infinite memories

You feel it.


Olfactory evoked recall


I prefer to call it

Tiny death.


◄ The Real Hell

Bill Burroughs Cut Up Reality ►


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Andy N

Sun 18th Dec 2011 21:10

like the ending here in particular, Kealan but another good, solid piece buddy

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