Minds twisted,
twirls, turnpikes,
a gyre gyrating under
pressure, a God’s fist
knuckles in the Earth.
Writer in San Francisco, CA
Minds twisted,
twirls, turnpikes,
a gyre gyrating under
pressure, a God’s fist
knuckles in the Earth.
Sun watching. The dreams of the world.
I am here and holding the sun together,
the edge of the night. The edge of the world.
Memories fragile, ripped away
a stretch, reaching for-was it something
I said? Was it what I did? I can’t remember.
Muscle rip, tears to heal, a new form
ache, and aching for a time after,
rinse repeat. new muscle, new tear,
new strength.
Distant echoes, remind
the horizon of atomic blasts
decades ago. The air, everything,
changed forever. Date, dated, dating
past, present, future, meticulously
counted.