Freeverse 716

2/12/23

cement turned to dust
my bone turned to red dust
all is heavy and light
trapped between the long beams
if I had some water just

I see an arm that is not my arm
or is it my arm?
with the unromantic short-circuited seams
a painter is persistent
brushing against dreams
the color of friction

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