It echoes,
in occlusions,
- the blue hue, beveled finger tips,
clicking, tapping on the plastic, the glass -
in the aura of some spectral, silent, scream
the glow around the...
I hear it dance, the chimes, that radiate in silence
from the back of your tongue, they clang like church bells
-un-rung-
the backward slope of your powder face flashing
across the inward eye. These haunting memories;
White spots in the dark.
Peeling back the bark on the birch, I need to see
your teeth, smile for me, beneath the piling leaves,
the clean soil,
parted like the...
There in the depths, I've come to you again,
you, opened lattice,
that lilted smirk
and the ebony space behind the window panes.
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Confusion in Underground Clouds
PoesiaThis is a collection of assorted poems, detailing one consciousness extending and swirling into another, and another, and another.