mafotherphunkie : blizzard laceworks (part 2)

To an eye half-blinded by scorching vapidness of poorly lit shop windows the city looks nothing short of a barren destituteness of a desert seeking an oasis to transform it into an epitome of lavish greenery, profusion of moisture rewarding dry scenery with the kiss of dew.

To a breath searching for the abundance of oxygen the void of the urban mimicry of the sullenness amidst futile sandy dunes feels like the vacuum dissolving the thickness of a noisy membrane. Enabling the narrative flow to continue whispering.

To an ear half-desensitized to literary subtleties the reflection of the light limply bridging the distance from the glassy surface to the soft movements on the miniscule waves on the mafotherphunkie lake evokes the blurry haze of a summer afternoon corroding the sharp edges on the contours drawn by the conversation of collapsing colors.

into a sparkle, first nastily pulling from, then smoothly & playfully sneaking out of the chain of co-droplets along the drought of watery dunes…whisper to the mighty oxy mollicule…kiss to the abutting empire of clouds supporting the transformation of the misty haze into the soothing, crystalline breath / decibel of translucency to an ear congested by the distastefulness of fumes, as the rug shielding the sovereignty of the fireplace unshakably safeguards the space armored by the protective beam sent from underneath the lampshade / firmly anchoring each and every mafotherphunkie letter from the page of the mafotherphunkie book to a reawakening eye. lacing lazily. Like phunk.