Sandcastles in the wind
Pointless repinings
Crystals are singing
Ferns unscrolling
Old, carboniferous
Newborn, fragrant, verdant
Dark as an armpit
Crepuscular essence
Foggy aureole
The eleventh dimension
The fumed oak sideboard
The scent of crushed leaves luxurious after the dank
An interval of blankness
The wall of dead screens
Pocket fluff
Smells like fake lemons
Offshore towers overflowing with birds
Predawn light is a feathery grey
Zero Hour.
Poem inspired by 'Oryx and Crake' written by Margaret Atwood
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