Gold-dust

It’s gold-dust this time

That settles upon my second home-

Upon the wrinkled branches

And lazy leaves floating in the air.

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It waltzes around the open-plan house,

Dissolving the windows

And multiplying the worth of my

Ancient antiques,

Metallic veins pulse within this place.

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My frivolous hair is electrified

In this celestial light,

A component in a circuit

That can never be broken.

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Revelations upon revelations

Greet my eyes

As I see faint spirits coming into focus

And hear new muted sounds

Echoing amid the calling plants.

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Uncontrollably I begin to turn,

Spun like a fly in a spider’s web,

Skipping, innocent and intellectually free-

Moving to the beat of the heart

Of my home

And swaying in time to the song of the birds.

Nobody can save me once I’m caught

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But I’m smiling, grinning, beaming

With the sun…

Never take me away from where I’ve become

Me.