Mercury’s facade
burns the eyes of proximities
as I shift trade routes.
I’m the genesis array
with golden antidifference.
***
Here is poem 24. A day late- I was going to write one last night but I found myself floating in space. I sort of followed the prompt. I used the random feature on Wikipedia and wrote down words and phrases to make a word bank. Then I decided to write a tanka with it.
I have another to write for the day; I will be caught once again. Just five more days...
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