019p: wordplay 1

some type of captive undulation,
she in limnal dreamlike capture
cries out a desperate hymn
to the understars. fortuitous,
then, the dismal winsome shadows
wrapped along the walls, pulsing
with life, fluttering like
entrenched eyelids against a brocade
of fine silk, lashes caught
in the undertow.

By Josh

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