The Intangible Redd

I have been dreaming of swimming through dark water-these words.
Glistening in the sun on snow.
Like a fish through these words
Flickering thoughts
Kaleidoscope dreams
The scratch of pencil-
the sweet smell of ink.

As i lay next to the fireplace
as it dances with the ceiling fan
i can see the shadows
through the thin skin of my eyelids.

The intangible red.
The intangible Redd.
Untouchable.
Abstract.
Ethereal.
Disincarnate
Incarnate
My companions do not care about anything so intangible.

I reach out for the flames, but meet only glass.
It's cold outside, but it's warm
in here.

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"Art is simply confidence in what you do"~ thayne