The feathers fell
from melting ice drifting along
azure and vaporless plains,
they drifted down in a Kodak scene, bodiless.
The caution tape formed a gate
a sun faded gilt border
between the here and the next -
The between,
a crawl space beneath the floor of existence.
Boxed up celestials rest. Put aside, the light. It's covered in dust.
Arrow shafts pierce the wood, pierce the glass rippling like smooth water.
Mercurial sweat rises precipitous
growing mildew on the sides of the boxes
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Confusion in Underground Clouds
PoetryThis is a collection of assorted poems, detailing one consciousness extending and swirling into another, and another, and another.
