light scrunched, a crouched shadow.
eyes discern heaviness of
ordinary places into various flows
of gutted fish.
this world gives away a weathered image:
its wraith comes unannounced
lovelessly drags the stooping gait
of walls, obscenely expires
a small clearing
this mundane home gives way
to a restless flow of other dimensions.
bird of the afternoon
reaches far beyond extensions.
discombobulated tendril of light
flashes its fullness
to a bedrock of reality.
the kitchenwares start to falter
but all for the way, where once
gray hair graced this table,
her vividly tremulous hand steadies
a fixed touch on bedspread —
on the wet back of freshly bathed fruits,
a metonymy that continues to bruise.
morning's watery hands part to meet
the mist of departures;
quietly as we all are, seldom imposed
an overhung dark, and as quiet as you,
do not go.
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 10:41 PM UTC
light scrunched, a crouched shadow.
eyes discern heaviness of
ordinary places into various flows
of gutted fish.
this world gives away a weathered image:
its wraith comes unannounced
lovelessly drags the stooping gait
of walls, obscenely expires
a small clearing
this mundane home gives way
to a restless flow of other dimensions.
bird of the afternoon
reaches far beyond extensions.
discombobulated tendril of light
flashes its fullness
to a bedrock of reality.
the kitchenwares start to falter
but all for the way, where once
gray hair graced this table,
her vividly tremulous hand steadies
a fixed touch on bedspread —
on the wet back of freshly bathed fruits,
a metonymy that continues to bruise.
morning's watery hands part to meet
the mist of departures;
quietly as we all are, seldom imposed
an overhung dark, and as quiet as you,
do not go.
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