endlessforms

dreamworld photographer

  • it, she, they

and the mirror
not her waking,
aching body showed,
but endless forms,
from feathered fractal
edges spilling out
a snowstorm
swirling silent
in her eyes


the shade-feathered one,
a yawning dragon in the fall night,
lifts her moss-matted head,
and lets loose a misty howl.

the fog spills out from her ravine.
lit by streetlamps,
it crawls across sidewalks,
and peeks into lit windows.

lungs are soothed by her breath, and
still-animal minds reminded gently:
all their science
cannot kill the spirits,
all their knowledge
cannot kill the unknown.


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