In static fusion,
confusion merged colour and sound,
loud enough to mini
mize clarity, the one thing
I was trying so hard to
hold on to, in this dream.
Dreams are misunderstood
events; so there i was, petrified,
willing myself awake, from the electrostatic.
© gillena cox 2022
Welcome to Monday WRites # 347
Happy Easter. tis the season of joy in renewal
You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for eg the rite of afternoon tea).
A Blessed Season of Easter to all
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