Alchemy Life(socalled) was a thing of fragments v a p o r and a dull, electric pulse just barely holding one piece to another,
By Kaelyn Peay5 years ago in Poets
Vincent saw flowers. He saw long soft leaves like locks of hair and great blue flapping flowers with golden beaks— or perhaps he saw green, vertical life
A ray of liquid, morning-gold light warms a clean, clear glass and the neighbor dust motes in a swirling manifold splendor