ELINOR PUSCHKAREVICH
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INSPIRATION

My cramped dream
Smoothly awakens itself.
I watch the hours pass going into this obsession
that lodged itself inside me.
I don't know when:
I opened forgotten mirrors
and sealed jars
that suddenly expelled
a flash of orange blossoms.
Who but a wild, mad breeze
that induces revelation
dared to invade
this violet calm.