June ( I )
In front of those eyeballs
it’s just a half of a portrait
or a temporary recognition
a tunnel was hollowed out in a mountain range
the hollow core
is reminding me a pencil sketch [it’s really ]
blocking the time door at angle of 180+
the landscapes from an original oil painting
was falling over the second hand
of a space clock
it was too far from the day I’d seen
her and the rainbow [ a dream to catch ]
the willow trees were just standing [ dry as burning wind ]
and a trembling moon bay
no one but the rain just [ knocked on the red memoir ]
spinning at normal speed [ the other half beneath the waves ]
the colorful pieces of time
echoing
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