Marc Latham’s new Folding Mirror poem mixes life and death philosophy with lots of natural world metaphors. Life is good and beautiful, and so was dipping into the mind to write this poem in a melancholy mood.
Translucent Fall, Rise Transparent
life’s monotonous dreamscape
colour on dancing shadows
less rational than raindrops
doing what comes naturally
breaking an ocean apart
before returning to cloud
swimming and flying, living and dying
is dry land closer
to sea or air
should we even care
it’s sensible to sleep
while moonshine paints haunting
death’s monochrome nightmares
mistYmuse 
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