Beneath

a carrier, the winds of soul
no format ‘less
it fits
the telltales of the heart

night and day she plays the game
within her fixed pixel frame
of heaven, or a haven

while leaving wings to poet preachers
seagull flies away
restlessness, her sea dissolves
my black and white alike

© Ronald Bottelier

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