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Melted Meridian
by: Heather E.
Spencer
A misted wave of hazed vision
overcomes
tightened temples
tense from intense
over-stimulation
of body and
emotions.
Pyrex pipe, still
fervid from flames
blazing euphoria
through its stem,
clinked against
the side of
the porcelain
thrift store tray.
Bits of blackened
residue
smolder like
embers in the bowl
of burnt, pungent
buds of nature,
seeping deeply
into the tissues
of lungs, floating
freely to
the brain,
releasing strains
that felt like
malignant tumors,
bulging behind
glassy eyes.
Distracted
flurries of thought flirt
with waves of
serene withdrawal
from
helter-skelter emotions.
Simplistic
pleasures of memory,
touch and motion
mesh with
piquantly spiced
incense, oils,
candle wax
dribbling off
the mantel’s edge
into a pool
of hardening
paraffin,
hardly noticed.
Lights glow like
warm kisses on the
nape of the neck
at the end of the night,
casting shadows,
distorting fixed
white walls and
sharp enclosures.
Pockets of smoke
streaming
like slow dribbles
down cobalt wine goblets,
paying homage to
the gifts of nature’s breast,
inhaled and
cherished.
The distinctly
remote blurred boldness
of sensation and
elation fixating vision
in an unfocused
stare, absorbing movement
and creating
illusions of slight delusion.
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