Seilouchur

Seilouchur
An imaginary colour
Approaching amplifications
Of the importance of extracting
Hard concepts:

I own seilouchur wings…
& I fly across arctic pagan impressions
Like a wild child
In love with exploring pale neon castles…
I am a romantic

“Take her back,” she said… and I said,
“Alright, but a riot will emerge in
The deliberation of strength.”

A colour can surround:
A colour’s around…

Returning love we threw here and there…
Into fire-hearts
Into enclosures to later erupt.

Passion is it’s child… & I am its mother,
This is a homecoming!