Reality Treader

Entwined within our Penrose
of what could have been
Trailing a mere vestige of
Euclidean lumniscate paths
Fractured // Construed
On unspoken psalms
incomplete odes
and the pervasive sorrow
Of tonearm fingers
lithely probing a melody
Beyond a trawling
phonograph memory
Of eyes gazing beyond
this caricature of expression
An ever expanding horizon
dreams, stars,
and breath beyond
far beyond
Abandoned sensations
of earth-hewn brick
This acrid sting
of bruised sage
And mnemonic bitterness
Held close // Rejecting
all sweetness a lemon
might have to offer

Reviews

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A stance that really engulfs the reader and takes no prisoners, well done, good read.