three dimensions, light from the window and cool from the fan and hum from the fridge
static noise, time variant
quiets down into mapping shadows of hands on skin
the glow spilling out of our eyes and bouncing around the room
infinite recursive depth, feedback loop
a sunrise of our own rendering
atypical, metaphysical, nonsensical
unknowable, unpredictable, unfixable
but for this moment, magical
YOU ARE READING
ad astra per aspera
Poésiemelting planets drip onto my tongue, dying it bronze and blue. for weeks, my words come out poetry-flavored. so I lick the page and see which way the ink bleeds, into the paper or into my mind.
