dancers in carmen hall

Jai guru deva om

pools of glass and broken hands
they dance to a spider song

slipping into another time
street lamps cut shadows
on and on students swirl
an open air a cool breeze
a ballad drifting through
wasted words rain around
reflecting off fogged walls

eyes locked with a silent promise
on and on


About Michael Medlen

My name is Michael and during my free time I avoid having a day job. Strangely enough, this gives me the freedom to run this blog. I write just about anything that can be considered art. I also occasionally post articles that may or may not be relevant to the theme of this site. You’ve been warned.
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