It didn't cast a shadow
no matter how deeply dreamt
fuzzy round the edges
light source of diffusion
found serenity in the center
twixt parted pink curtains
clutched within silken walls
slippery from delusion
became my epitaph
after the last plunge
now I don't cast a shadow


holy moley. all OK?
๐ค I’m fine. I hold the From One Line prompt completely responsible for where my stream of consciousness prose goes. BTW Happy New Year ๐
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