Swish
…and let me be swirling through colour of mind where nonsense is stable and stable is false
and swaying and floating through messy and fear as nothing but colour can save me from this
but swirling may tire and life left fatigued and rest oh so wanted but nothing perceived but
swishing lightfooted and airy ascend and ill just keep moving and brave it, pretend.
Paula Antonello, Prose. Copyright: Friday, May 29, 2020.
Image: Printed Leaves by Studio Peta Books