The smallest shadows all sleep like salamanders under dust like rocks we lift quietly, searching with tiny microscopes, microscopes too small to look through…
The horizon went limp as a popped bicycle chain, the world now inventing your footprints across it, the sky, thinking rain, but not saying a word...
With age as amputation, future as prosthetic, youth is a phantom limb...
The heartbeat sprouts from a flatline’s soil—the farmer keeps careful watch over the coming harvest…
Apology: This must be some new area of study...
Hint: The biggest secret is, you already know everything...
4 comments:
I kept returning to this line, it's somehow compelling: "the sky, thinking rain, but not saying a word..."
I really like a microscope too small to look into as well as the shins' song, phantom limb. Cool.
There's a Shins song with that line already, or is there just a song called 'Phantom Limb'?
It's a song title by the Shins.
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