[Child]
“kusama
englyn penfyr”
war
is over her atoms all dotted
besotted
as she is some
over
every single item
six-sided
rooms of mirror are this child’s
exiled
universe of wonder
and
small margin of terror
her
infinity ladders disappear
reappear
taking matters
in
hand now clustered shattered
endless
paintbox timeless splotch of her brush
is
the crush she has with touch
whether
masterpiece or botch
millions
of red flowers glow glossy
bossy
as she is powered
by
their delicate hours
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