I saw a Way, forward
and cloaked myself in the skin
of a Digital dimension.
I began living
cloud-soaring and ascending soft
then the headset came off.
Now curtains are
retreating, from the light streaming
into my shrinking eyeballs.
Ow! To whit, I prefer
to refer to it now as a Path.
Plans fail, but
Paths diverge.
Feb 13, 2021
Feb 13, 2021 at 10:53 AM UTC
Mouse-perspective; touristy
neck cranked to measure
immensity before me.
So I went higher, to cloudy hills
and gaudy views, where I knew
a great border Above.
Between the clouds I beheld
the enormity of structure, staring
into my eyes? An iris!
Tapestries. Shadow and relief
realized in stone. Baffled
before the incontrovertible
evidence of a benevolent
face? Rushing terrain brings
nostrils, now lips.
Orbiting in the stillness,
stories laid bare as skin
lesions glow.
The cost of working gears
displaces and appears red
as recent scars
where now sprawling sameness
mask the bruises, smooth
as plastic.
My city a single dot
for hands of a blind God
to glide over.
Feb 6, 2021
Feb 6, 2021 at 11:53 AM UTC
I arranged words to make them
massive, like ancient stone columns
that held high murals of creation myths.
Similes explain sensations:
home-like. Faulty, flickering
memory transmits knowledge upon live wires;
singes.
Subdued clickitties that clack across my keyboard
sit upon furniture and rugs brought in from the car as
progress languidly melts into position,
and impurities remain.
Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 2:04 PM UTC