Tag: Afterlife

Polyrhythm

Our bodies move between layers Like leaves, who dance beneath Aggressive heat….waiting…. For the bite of upcoming chill Who consumes, as it always will Our cycle of touch and thought Bending our tired sinews caught In ignorance of the ground Soon to lie upon….

Before The Snow Falls Again

  The snow makes a sound When it is the most silent Spoken layers, hot tongue Venom love, words drop   The ache twists, gnarled Shoestring fingers grasp A cold hold, on a softness First appearing as steppes   So many footprints, now Lead…

The Supposing Ghost

  I was a quiet ghost and tried to leave the Living alone, sucking in sweet immortality, breathing the fine particles of the afterlife, inhaling string theory, and feeling the curvature of Earth with the bottoms of my nonexistent feet. Death was easy. There…

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