poetry. folded into my back
pocket marooned pages are
left frayed and friable like
leaves on the bottom
of a teacup
poetry. stancion of
formed glass emptied of
its torch by breakage
each shard a grain
of obsidian
sand
poetry. lamp of a great
beast structure struggling to
find its way through the labyrinth
Minotaur myths blackness
camera obscura to a feast of souls
who's meat is dusty tomes
skeletons in tombs
choking on their crusts of
parchment owls
i am poetry. all of these
am i. a paper soul clipped
from an origami bird's wing
frayed like a homemade
leaf but never
empty
SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage
Feb 22, 2022
Feb 22, 2022 at 9:28 PM UTC
poetry. folded into my back
pocket marooned pages are
left frayed and friable like
leaves on the bottom
of a teacup
poetry. stancion of
formed glass emptied of
its torch by breakage
each shard a grain
of obsidian
sand
poetry. lamp of a great
beast structure struggling to
find its way through the labyrinth
Minotaur myths blackness
camera obscura to a feast of souls
who's meat is dusty tomes
skeletons in tombs
choking on their crusts of
parchment owls
i am poetry. all of these
am i. a paper soul clipped
from an origami bird's wing
frayed like a homemade
leaf but never
empty
SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage
