Friday, February 16, 2018

Previously Published on BlazeVox Online Journal . . .



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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