psychodidaes floating freely in the spacetime expanse
Tag: monostich
barely three months the baby’s cold stare winter noon
grey dawn the claps and giggles of an infant breaks the silence
a dream of soft feathered words against chroma scales
stone bench the lonely man takes a selfie with oblivion
cast upon mortal shores drowned gods without a cause
winter the old crow sports an icicle for a beard
curbside drama a mixture of human and crow onlookers
flesh reduced to the blur of techno organic disco vibes
the freedom of mind and spine however abstract it may be