Les Rêves des Notre Ours #1 | Page 10

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Like the Moon, I wished

To urge a gentle breeze

That might roam the tiny forest

Of hair upon your hand.

By Eleni Norey - Follow Eleni on Twitter: @EleniNorey

Thorax

Taking care over moments

Elaborating on origin

Documenting you being here

Here I was and this is how I saw

Attempting to coax it into screaming

the inexpressible dimensions

Soft sensitive screams

Like how we all scream

Into an empty sea

until it beaches

Of land and its possibilities

Are we all and transcend

Spread materials

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Working through the surface

To the fractal of thought

By Gerry Norton