Light, bright white, Radiates into the mirror of the eye. Sound, in myriad, pummels the drum of the ear. (Tautly, as a balloon skin stretched) Whorls in the fingerskin Brush blue velvet, blade of grass, jagged glass, ember’s ash. The airs molecular, drawn in so vitally, Invade memory, codifying the now and the forever. Messengers […]



Feel it with the furrows of your fingerprint. Match ridge to valley. These fleshy gears. Meshed at last. Movement is mandatory. A quickening of breath. A quiet clenching. A secretive twitch, taken back. Oh God, where is control? I must. I must not. Mine is yours.