Synoptical misfire and re-address
all concerns or any notion of prognosis
hollow this body. Flesh begets flesh
a pattern of disgrace. I have never
come so close to knowing where
I could catch meaning in my teeth
but my jaw hangs open. Sprouting
fingers, digits, bone bursting from teeth
shallow dreams bursting from shallow
waters. The depths are above us.
Symmetrical light shines down in
the waves and between where
the last traces of something great
could be found. I am casting out
to you still. A sliver of hope lingers
before it dissipates below the sea.