Quiet Abandon

Feathered pillows form waves,
Softer, slower flow the sounds
Unfocused eyes abandon shapes
Indigo brushes stroke, surround.

Currents drift past Western Towers.
Gears and gauges plot their patterns
For engines that would weigh the stars.
Those towers dwindle, their shining softens.

Currents drift to eastern shores,
Pearl top mountains, patchwork hillsides.
Carnival markets play their colours
In orchestras of singing spices.

Eyes refocus, brushstrokes cease.
The Eastern markets move below.
Faded edgeless jigsaw pieces,
Shapeless as the feather pillow.

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