Synaesthesia Magazine Nonsense | Page 9

Last night I visited your unconscious – so vast!

I laughed, surprised at its endless dunes and hills.

Sitting nude under a tree with leaves of blackbird wings,

I watched a navy horizon turn lavender.

The soil was as soft as velvet, cool as a March breeze.

I inhaled the musk of a million mothers,

decided to linger, enjoying your lush surface.

An indigo bunting perched on my shoulder.

Together we watched as orange roses

bloomed from each of my toes.

Fabio Sassi (photo) makes acrylics with the stencil technique and photos with an analog camera. He likes what is hidden, discarded or considered to have no worth by the mainstream. Fabio lives and works in Bologna, Italy. His work can be viewed at www.fabiosassi.foliohd.com.