The Elastic Gait of a Memory
The rain is like a screw,
twisting its sound to undertake the moon.
It settles, a kinder tension – ash-like
in its accrual. It
abstracts the steps
of pressure. Every
drop
institutes
a re-active response.
Trigger
is the echo of elemental automation: Midnight’s cloud
disseminating.
A new filter formulates . . .
adjusts/converts/segments nothing
more than the dusty expression
of a star’s silent stare.
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