Month: March 2022

there it is the freedom you seek in the space between finite and infinite

night winds drawn into the vortex of bedsheets

her pale body and tangents she brings to bed

against a backdrop of purple fire buddha’s lotus

dawn mist fades a piece of paradise revealed

sky fire pours through concrete slit

neon lights search the insides of our skulls

her voice breaks and winter returns

banish the burning skin to the cold dawn lake

the alien smell of log ash