Monday, January 7, 2013
The slant of sepia vision
right out from
underneath me, and the light simulates transcendence.
I walk one way, you
Plant me tall where they've cut you out.
The plane swinging, I'm reaching, noisy,
toppled over, waxing jagged, finished. Shaded lines in unison embrace me
tailed, you dive down.
texture upon texture,
now crowning and
angels fling us far above the throbbing
pulse of rain.