ozone esters drifting in tandem like sea salt barnacles crusting the bell of every speck of dew floating snow globe actual; northwesterly… adorning the invisible with crepe sunsets, surging the pause of a baffling miracle as common as time with purple as deep as a chasm of frozen suns. a kingdom of rain tilting the horizon with dusky mauve tinkering with the afterglow of yesterday with tomorrow’s Shanghai, low in the distant sky departing from derelict notions of flat earth… hurling through space without ward or talisman. entangled in the truest thing, curling a tempest ‘round a maypole, spoking the navel of Gaea… at the center of the Labyrinth that came with the void.
Blythe bounty vexing the verity of our span like a boundless mote of crocodilian conundrums. beads of sweat gather at the lip of a luminous urn perched on a plinth behind a waterfall sequestered in a bank of fog as noble as an acorn with a cane.
or a funerary bog tuning methane with a fork in the road.