
Beyond recognition
.
In
certain tempers under
certain lights I open my eyes
and see through
yours
We balance on
silky filaments of
birthright
and luck hoping to be assaulted by
nothing greater than what our will
and hope can abide
But what is woven by
design can be shorn by
accident
and burnt beyond
recognition
Under
the heat of
inspection manufactured memories vaporize into
skewed drugstore color signatures of
Pepto-Bismol wallpaper
and mossy green kitchen tiles
and a urine-hued tablecloth
and another cotton candy sky hanging in
the window frame
Then there comes a day that begins like all others
but which falls in on
itself like plowed sand
The familiar glow that lit our way is washed out by
other brighter lights
A wishless breath
and we scatter ~ e rr a nt bl oo m se e d ~
.
Words & images by d4 2017
