ethno totems
to sky conspire
landscape doors and views
memory an artifact
to a city bar,
snowprints on sidewalk
snowscape lean and pale
collect and exist
what love brings tangible
native ambiance
settled and answered
bring your dances
and embraces
bleak satirical cold
twisted with lime in gin
amid saxophones and guitars
as red flamed resonance,
word labels on her cheeks
written and said
walk out of the snow
into the light
sins well washed with winter rain
glass bowl sun
will rise with the headlines
that make no sense,
the night as always
long with relief,
closing eyes
alaska seemed much closer
Wolfgang Paalen
Fata Alaska (1937)
velvetmedia 
Ah…very good.
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I like the imagery here … footprints in the snow, she walks out … Alaska seems much closer. A moody piece, intriguing 🙂
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Thank you Loredana 🙂
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It may look closer ~ Liking this part:
amid saxophones and guitars
as red flamed resonance,
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thank you and hope all is well
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oh i find my relief in night as well…i like its cool touch and comforting shadows…glass bowl sun & mys sins washed in rain…dont mind that either…smiles.
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thank you all the best
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