moon drops dribble from immobile leaves, green falling into the ground.
what does it mean to say they're empty, empty of what?
what does it mean to say you're naught? what, moon? can you tell me?
can you tell me how the rabbit made you love? can you tell me whence the burnt out star?
spread like burning oil sizzling on tin roofs
moonlight shadows that convene to then escape into the night again.
what noise is that --entrails from the dark blue light. ephemeral. ethereal. insubstantial. ripples and waves
as my fingers lie wet with the illusion.
i run them down the spine of time, the world
flickers but does not die away.
deep although my hands immerse, elbows sinking, dreams subsisting, the moonlight sap does not
give sway. it permeates deeper and deeper, sinking in to foggy day.
what does it mean to say they're empty, empty of what?
what does it mean to say you're naught? what, moon? can you tell me?
can you tell me how the rabbit made you love? can you tell me whence the burnt out star?
spread like burning oil sizzling on tin roofs
moonlight shadows that convene to then escape into the night again.
what noise is that --entrails from the dark blue light. ephemeral. ethereal. insubstantial. ripples and waves
as my fingers lie wet with the illusion.
i run them down the spine of time, the world
deep although my hands immerse, elbows sinking, dreams subsisting, the moonlight sap does not
give sway. it permeates deeper and deeper, sinking in to foggy day.
1 comment:
Whoa great photographs! The yellow one reminds me of your sidewalk and leaf photos. Here you have the leaf imprints and reticulate texture against the orderly fence structure, and it's all about that curve dividing the two. Then in the purple, there's nice play of shape between the white clouds and black trees-- it has a certain inquisitiveness about it. Very nice to look at.
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