Inaudible shadow
tarmac, blurred spot,
escalator moves too rapidly.
I am the lost arrow in
Dalmatian darkness.
If I fall to sea,
carry on without my sharp wit.
The eggshell airplane,
its freeze,
until mother covers me
in cloudy, albumen sheets,
shelter from the rain, but not
the dizzying sense
of distance,
a paradise on the other side
of pre-existence.
© 2024 | K.F. Hartless





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