The water spins swirling
over my submerged
memories
laptops, desk jobs
magic
catalogues
appeared
and then I was
standing
*
Through a wooded glen
towards the open
sky
then, it was just
the wren
and I
*
like ghost winds
wisps
intertwined
and
woven into
thin
air
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Some ethereal dream-pop imagery from mindgallery and the Brooklyn Missed Connections. This one swirls and whirls like an April shower, warm and mysterious.