O O
”Trees of Fire”
i’m dizzy from spinning on a vast earth twisting through on its own orbit. my twirls cyclone: a never-ending sequence of figure 8’s hastily scrawled with a 64-pack of markers on the wall.
ORBIT
cobalt, copper, crimson: a blank canvas of my mind illustrated by my past self, unaware of my directionless path.
cacophony
a
of colors,
Sathish, Tanish, “Crayons on the Beach”
JAN 2021||The penchant|2
