A floor you cannot walk upon | Dust falling everywhere, into the cracks | Virgin | states | Marked, already before you touch it | desire | is enough | to startle and to flare to | blush | The softness of your breath while you’re calm | on the edge of sleep | bruises and abrades | Thoughts | bump and | set rocking | such a risk of | toppling… | and then… oh! – shattering… Dreams | shift it and | disturb the order | Plunged in change | awful and gorgeous | a serene | mockery of clouds and streams… | Silence | scores it…

 


from the series fleeting pixel (series of 1,000 poems, 2012–2016)

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