wine and dim lamplight
writing late into the night
a delighted hunter
collector, hoarder
of curious intricacies
things that catch my eye
thieving fingers clutch
inexhaustable resource
to delight myself
sometimes destructive,
sometimes ecstatic, sometimes
mereticious
what is this colour?
always learning and seeking
to know of myself
brazen seduction
a voracious feast of life's
delicious details
i can never be
fabricated or contrived
i am visceral
what i cultivate
ferments, grows and bursts from me
centrifugally
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