#unspooled

sulfuric desert, amber hearted sea, our past changes with the moon, waning her soul quietly onto shores, undo the knots that bind the weary to the stone. come, death, with your soft resplendence, i am clay in your hands, made of earth, sea and sky.

ii.

an oasis of sun, life that fissures, slips in through the cracks like gold. you leave your footprints on the sand, my bones beneath the sky, bewildered heart danced.

iii.

drunk on the endless river that runs, turning the hour back to center, unforested trees that hold the world, sway.

iv.

it’s dawn and outside a little bird trills. between the cocoon of warmth and the kiss of winter, between tragedy and ecstasy. do you pass unannounced?

ii. heartbreaking

inanna shed everything to descend.

iii. each and every

peace is a window sill, the echo of distance, the world a spoon full of everything, tasked with the work of filling an ocean. peace is the footsteps left in the sand, watching the clouds dissolve. memory and amnesia. peace is the love you whisper to the departed, the soft falling grief, silence, clear and bell like.

iv. golden hour

and jupiter will tilt you into euphoria. you’ll find your way home on star dust and melancholy — signal fire, a wire from somewhere beyond, formless coagulation and eternity was always lingering on the edge of the page.

ii. 12:18 am, moon over the bay

tell me about psyche. quarter past midnight, what is her story? without the ‘moral’ of it. just silence descending like a gloved hand, and held in its palm, far past ballroom hour, every dreamer’s soft luminescent body.

iii. 12:27 am, dancing

teeth and shadows, shattering. maker unmake me, beneath the veil of dawn when she comes. beneath, we’re falling and aren’t we always? in some way or another, you bite into fruit and taste sweetness.

iv. 12:30 am, eternal marathon