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Aparna Sep 2020
miscellaneous matter
clouds,earth,air
stars blurred
into phospenes
spaced out,
dark
eyes gaze
at the Moon,
plummeting
deeper
deeper still,through an
embrasure in time,
as life
shatters
into smithreens
fragments
of yestreen
strewn
about
mirroring
the stars 
in silver slivers
of lightyears
as moon swam
in liquid dark eyes
and the stars awoke,
B E Cults Jul 2021
all of this is an abatoir,
all of it,
and all I want to see is
phospenes or the black
of the big sleep.

I'll match the scars
you feel alright about
showing me.

in my head, that is.

in my heart...
well, ive been known to leave
without leaving,
so I would advise trying
the "not knowing me" thing
and seeing how it shakes out.

— The End —