Tuesday, March 10, 2015


Light ripples
Into my room
A burglar who
Breaks no glass

A light wave
From aeons past
Now laps languidly
Against my body

A coastline
Of physicality
Erased to
Shadowy illusion

Form fragmenting
Into silhouette
Boundaries blending
With each breath,

After breath
That carries me out
Past the flickering
Last synapse

That dying
Thought, caught
Half formed, then

While in the
Ripples, reality

And dreams
Dance across
The boundary
Of illusion

1 comment:

  1. Some really clever and rich moon imagery. Love "a burglur who breaks no glass" and Form fragmenting into Silohette. The the whole piece is very anemaedapoetic (spelling??) and organic like breathing in and out, an exhaled release. Very aesthetically satisfying.