i am so imprecise a silhouette
that i waver in the midst
of swirling seas
i am so detached a soul
so unfocused and blinding
(a galaxy, loosened)
that i cloud and distort the senses,
stand between a body
and its needs
the garish outline of my necessity
grinds landscapes to a neat
unforgivable dust
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 7:45 PM UTC
i am so imprecise a silhouette
that i waver in the midst
of swirling seas
i am so detached a soul
so unfocused and blinding
(a galaxy, loosened)
that i cloud and distort the senses,
stand between a body
and its needs
the garish outline of my necessity
grinds landscapes to a neat
unforgivable dust
later in august, almost september.