words & pictures
Still the day, all lantern faced my name is carnival in alien respiration throat coiled and translucent my hollow, ringing accordion machines, and grace when the heart in moments repeats one note beauty in its revocations returns and is still
The bed falls towards the centre of the earth
Beyond the roof’s reptilian back
There is something earnest
In the dust of stars
As if the night’s sparse rigour
could sustain your waning exhalation
Until you were empty and it was full
The rumbling descent of slowing cars
Occludes your ghosting breath
Lights an alien red
As if you breathed out
Another world
That
In dark obscured distance
Still running you breathed in
