Tuesday, April 12, 2022

the edge of things ...




distance becomes blue 
seeping to bones of linen lost 
prism pressed in equations
exponentially lost 
yet 
greater than the speed of light
particles fractured into a thousand spinning suns 
ringing with the vibrations of whiskey, waiting undone 
blue + linen becomes a softer blue 
content with this sun
and
these dust motes holding true 







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