Crushed in a Flowers fall

 crowded bottle gallery
splinter in applause
created walls in silence
shrinking so small
lovers nailed on the plastic cross

seasons looking in
seasons  never cost

All the tainted ghostly mirrors
in collected borrowed eyes
visit the shady memory
as gliding cemeteries cry

painted visual horizons
before the distant door
crash into anxiety
written on the vacant artistic wall

looking into the windows
I watch this dance begin
somehow as the wind collects me