The Fabulous Fabrication


A fork in the path appears

whilst I,

knee deep in nude undoing

Can NOT anymore, in my rainforest cave,  resist the opal footprint,

nor can I nail myself to the floor or wall in the face of this

glowing movement forward


ignore the veining shimmer that pulls me


and thrusts me in glossy, sweet projection……
I merge my points of allowing taking only THIS step

Enjoy your fabulous fabrication and
Yes FEEL  the toffee gold sun in between your toes



Published by The Silver Poet

I AM a little spark in the sea of conscious awareness. I am passionate about bringing the concept of freedom of expression into the forefront of our one mind and a keen awareness of personal power to the hearts of little children everywhere. I exist to express!

16 thoughts on “The Fabulous Fabrication

    1. Making art full time but for the last few days I keep seeing my knees covered in dust and my heart pressing itself to the inside of my chest… and when that happens …its time for some relief 🙂 so here I am


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