Sometimes, among the granular stars
when someone smashes a hi-hat
like some jazz short-form
and all I see is infinity
It’s nice to stop for a moment
and forget myself.
You may also like
Spring snow sleeps silent bright white light and green shadows it has forgotten
The locust of dawn watches its prey It sits in the fields of wheat Grain rising with the golden dawn Of revelation […]
Poetry
I screamed a set at the top of my lungsTo convince myself that I was still hereThe neighbors were louder