holding
the world in
the realms of
the night,
the realms of
the living,
keeping
a revolving
sphere on
its axis, so
ready to
fall off.
Tag: poem
in the darkest place [poem #582]
my bones [poem #582]
star streak (poem #581)
star streak, dressed
in fire, across a mountainscape,
across buried souls in bodies
and bones. A silent cry, silver
tail follows, in an instant
there, gone, fading light swallowed
by the dark.
glittering (poem #580)
a glittering mouth, full grill
silver and gold. ice ice ice
everywhere and fresh. soft
clothes, loose, comfortable
and loud, glittering
glittering