pulled and snapped to
nearly away, cracked, rapped
sentience loses sentance and structure
flustered fools rake leaves in drifts and drift in leaves
last clinging, now remained swift
left aloft by the absence of presence and sense
rift slips tense and
rip deepens.
the shadow once here
parted
only for part to return a hole
wholly swallowed
Spit. Forget.
A softened frame greets me. Like the definite edges have been sprayed away with an imaginary photoshop brush for some semi-real air. Guiding these cells through this frame of reference and this frame in time is tantamount to forging a way through, conspiring to create lasered pockets of time until the next night, when it’s […]
Where will you be in the hidden hour tonight? Caught between pillows, making sense of wrongs and right? Or are you left with simply air, the sort that’s thick and plain, to drift apart and drift between the wooded copse in misty brain…
It’s not to ask, but to know too much. It’s not to think, […]
“a click of spine drawn along
and in
and through to distance
this view of words and letters and notes and song
weighting to be heard, begging to open
the furl of crisp-edged papers, stavingly bound
in creaking woodchip…
some might say, where they belong…”
The winter snap we feel of late had not transcended time just yet. Mornings of bright sun slewing […]
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