Down the up periscope of archaic thoughts!

Something different as words play

A silhouette in meltdown
the moon hangs in black
particles gather mirrored
shadows emerge underdressed
unreliable externals bleeds
echoing I don’t know
before the deluge
something out there is wrong
in your fog dark waltz
a lunar anchorage on sunken sun
we dwell in fragile lands called temporary
obscured by archaic clouds
looking through the eyes of flies
buzzing on the clock insanity strikes
on the steps where shadows walk
microbes view you
down the scope.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

old thoughts can make us blind to the dangers coming.

[andrew mitchell]

Many warm thanks for reading Jacob. Much appreciated.