the rabbit life

the hairline fractures of this hare-bound life —

a sunny rebuke is all that you need to keep moving
when the skin turns liquid (charcoal&stardust),
at the eagerness of a hopping day’s rest,

your redwood eyes in the dark cannot close
their own need for stimulus,
you see to see the cobwebs mined from your brow,
spiders crawling through the neural networks
of your (hop-hop-) hopping brain.

you need to sleep to stitch&stick the tapestry
of the rabbit life that you’ve lived,
for when you’re awake, you’re still
(hop-hop-) dreaming.

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© Anmol Arora

Inspired by Art FLASH! at WRT

Day 6
(Inter)National Poetry Month

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         “Was it a vision, or a waking dream?               
         Fled is that music:—Do I wake or sleep?”
—Ode to a Nightingale, John Keats

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torn and subdued – acrid, violet ink
tapered at the edges, and squirming
against the onslaught of thoughts —

candles smoldering without a care,
the pale wax marooned on my palms,
i oversee the languid conciliation of

dreams, en route to an acrimonious
sleep — the undying tides are defiantly
restless in slighted visions, as i deign

to shut the doors of cognition, with
everyone aboard – sans all those lost
voices – departing from the ramparts

of my mirrored insanity —

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Image source: Hypnagogic Monument, Salvador Dali

A slight conundrum: the title, the image, and the quoted lines refer to different stages—so I have decided to be unmindful of that.
Linking it up with the Tuesday Platform at With Real Toads.

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I have been working on a new Insta handle for over a month now, for literary and creative posts: @anmol.ha.
For contact, you can reach out to me through my multiple profiles, enlisted here.

setting

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the centerpiece —

pvc ceiling, lilac. honey-
mustard edging across daft
corners, hibiscus’ death of
colors, trimmings of desire
into drunk deals ~

~ wait it out. it turns blade-grey
and coughdrop-red, sequent-
ially, hear that song of bro-
ken lines & fickle curves
of the gluteal

 — enfold,
when it turns bloody
and swift – breaks,
blues, gallows, dies –

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Image source: Dutch Interior IIJoan Miro

Linking it up with Poetry Pantry at PU.