Flame Orb by Deborah Glessner
smoldering in the fire of life,
my heart has revolted against
the sensible steps of society,
stipulated of, obsessed with time,
and thus my identity twists itself
into patterns, of pain and flame,
to fuel my passion, to feel, and
understand to believe, that
circles do not complete themselves,
every single time, they can be
arcs broken apart, inverted,
dispersed into shards of pictograms,
of criss-cross lines, deluged in colors of
confusion, representative of straying
from the path, becoming one
with the ostentation of this orb of occurrences,
out of control, beyond my hands,
thrown into the arms of air to last,
as long as it lasts
.
This is linked with Imaginary Garden with real toads’ Artistic Interpretations with Margaret- Orbs.
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