strange it is this knowing you
to hold onto mountains
as if the absolute carried
final truth.
you'll find me, buried beneath comets.
gasp and wonder at why misfortune
crawls up our spines. seethe and journey
within words and paintings. these reflections
seem far more real
than the vocal imaginings
within the comfort of this room.
we were foetal once, an enclosed cosmos.
burst and shatter, frail anger
at what-if's
and dreams ground
into soft grey
powder.
this taste of iron will never compare
to the drag of dandelion crowns
Am I getting infinity?
I like this. I'm not sure if I quite understand all of it throughout. BUt if you would like to tell me one day what you were going for I would be pleased to hear it. :)
Submission Name: varnish
