Clusters of scorching dust
wedge into the interiors of my mind
letting lose lava that colors my world red
brightening the ambiance that trumpets
into new
horizons, galaxies flowing
into my universe, transforming bland into bold,
limp into lively, colours spraying to form
shapes
of the unknown, darkness sprouting up
silhouettes of a psyche, I didn’t know
existed, moulding eyes that penetrate into my
soul
connecting into cultures I absorb into the old,
uneven paths of my past widening into a world
Prompt:
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