Velcro lungs exhale on festering images
that breath in photocopied negatives.
Am I emitting life's expelling repercussions
that were vacant in there image of reality.
Could I be, but a depthless shade of what
lingered, vaporizing images on to nothingness.
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 2:54 PM UTC
Velcro lungs exhale on festering images
that breath in photocopied negatives.
Am I emitting life's expelling repercussions
that were vacant in there image of reality.
Could I be, but a depthless shade of what
lingered, vaporizing images on to nothingness.
