Tag: art

along the pale sea icebergs drift like forgotten temples

all is art until shadows and tendrils take over warm limbs

a decree of cosmic proportion tumbles from the lonely night sky

dive through mirrors of salt each crystal births a new image of our frail flesh

someday I might be like a moth rising out of a living flame

we paint our throats cosmic blue and forget the illusions of flesh

summer moths feed on the spiralling rumors of crimson moss

the slow drip of obsidian tar from owl wings night comes at a price

antlers of brittle gold bridge the concrete communion of flesh and summer sky