Elan Mudrow
Smidgens
Tag: Death
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.… Continue Reading “Polyrhythm”
Undone
There is a letter hiding Inside this envelope. Addressed in handwriting As if etched….on A print I recognize….. Familiar marks I wished, at times, I never knew Other times, I wished I had known better. So are our lives…..represented By this letter…… A relationship… Continue Reading “Undone”
One, One Thousand. Two, One Thousand.
Even among those who do not possess rhythm The counting of seconds is a meter All count, with near precision. It is felt in how the world Bats the sun round the sky, and Back round again…. An inevitable rhythm…. Placed within parenthesis…… Continue Reading “One, One Thousand. Two, One Thousand.”
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… Continue Reading “The Supposing Ghost”
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