POEM: Pratyahara


Silence
Ears ring
Inventing a monotonous tone
to thwart
Silence

on inner eyelids
a dragon dance plays out
in purple & black

a flower scent
too faint for a human nose
swells to a garland market
and becomes
the taste
of
rosewater on the tongue

as the mind wonders,
was it a real
flower
or a
phantosmia?

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