From This Way to That (Poem)

Perfect squares all laid together prism of a suggested gesture that in our sleep we feign as secret, lulling me down from this way to that. Shapely shards of purest light, contained within a boundary tight backdropped to the velvet black something calls from this way to that. Weaving a tune, all contours, smooth, shapes cascading justly. I hear the sirens’ call in reverse, sussing … Continue reading From This Way to That (Poem)