Shadowtime
She is reminiscent.
Reminding me of another time,
voice catching n the
edge of familiarity.
No profound epic,
on the outskirts of obscurity.
It reels and ebbs,
shrieks and shreds
images.
Colouring in canary yellow,
radically moving
through different phases.
She restructures,
recreates
an image of mediocrity,
yet innovative
in its' own breath.
22nd November 1991 2100hrs.
poem by Nesersert Nesersert
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