To Etch the Edge of Darkness

Our words hold close,

unhinge, this dream–

a singular

translucent dawn.

Narrative fragments

float around a room,

flotsam and jetsam

without back story,

without connection

to a set array

defining truth, lies

into difference.

An organic flux

tendrils arabesques

along fractal lines

until we shatter.

(November 11, 2019)

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