like the touch
of a kitten’s paw
claws sharp
beyond the brush
of pads
that time
artificial construct
plays on
like a phonograph
with scratches
bathed in the oil
of fresh ambergris
wafting like spring leaves
in Oxygene…

(listening to ‘Oxygene 4’ by Jean-Michael Jarre)


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