Reflections on reality.

photo by Maria M.

singularity.the soul's death. phantoms dwelling behind picture frames.i yearn for  s     o  u    n    d.. the sound of something to let us know we are alive again. bones.fog.and.dust. an aching stillness--of nothing. memory faces us behind the black lines of her wedding dress, a sigh of which no breath can expirate. empty.this graveyard silence_hi hello who are you whAt arE yOu tHinKing oF?_where i went the rabbit hole pushed back with drippity drop drape of silken lattice work. i ran and sang and screamed and pushed the echo back around again. back down again. back ground again. a vapor shadow swelling on the floor in pain, to grow again, to flow again, to peel the skin of rose again, that time of sweat and tear and winter clear rolling stars of mercury. sweet feathers drift of ocean foam. . .. .  upon the frost-bit land of kerosine. lightning bugs dwindle at the morning dawn, as phantoms fade their flame away. back into the stones of nothing.