i am Orpheus in the clouds
playing clown for the masses.
i'm half of the shaft of light
breaking mosaically into
millions of pieces across the kitchen floor.
i'm a smoky chandelier swaying with
the bravado of a censure on high-holy-day.
i'm the royal velvet lining your blood.
i am a poem, without reason, read to you
by a stranger.
i am 200 tons of cracked granite one thousand
feet above you splitting off from the face of
the mountain.
but more so than any of that,
i'm a peculiar kind
of nothing
typing words onto
screens before
i die.
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 6:49 AM UTC
i am Orpheus in the clouds
playing clown for the masses.
i'm half of the shaft of light
breaking mosaically into
millions of pieces across the kitchen floor.
i'm a smoky chandelier swaying with
the bravado of a censure on high-holy-day.
i'm the royal velvet lining your blood.
i am a poem, without reason, read to you
by a stranger.
i am 200 tons of cracked granite one thousand
feet above you splitting off from the face of
the mountain.
but more so than any of that,
i'm a peculiar kind
of nothing
typing words onto
screens before
i die.