black crushed pupil tipping at its
peak with a mild sheen
discombobulating words
to their own contained madnesses
putting an apostrophe
on everything
it lays sight on
a salvage of disrupted vision
wrings true wind blowing through
the white steel of dangerous contraption
in the hand and takes to leaping
of faith, a restless voyage:
a volute image lightheaded
still with the passing to and from—
nomadic breath still splendidly
penetrating through all sound
and silence and words
like fire wily without intent,
the moon. only there. without a name.
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 12:27 AM UTC
black crushed pupil tipping at its
peak with a mild sheen
discombobulating words
to their own contained madnesses
putting an apostrophe
on everything
it lays sight on
a salvage of disrupted vision
wrings true wind blowing through
the white steel of dangerous contraption
in the hand and takes to leaping
of faith, a restless voyage:
a volute image lightheaded
still with the passing to and from—
nomadic breath still splendidly
penetrating through all sound
and silence and words
like fire wily without intent,
the moon. only there. without a name.
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