1134
8.ii.23
4.39
to precipice
ekphrastic for Samara Golden’s 2022 ‘Guts’
guts are spill
uneven unequal
are what it takes to precipice
the mirror meat
eviscerate
dizzy with abyss and
coral jewel
kerbside leavings
towered high
dust is falling behind
where we’re
downside up
an endlessness
armchair bedlamp butchering
street verticals
world for fitting room
I’m in the frame made multiple
as many as you like
otherlandishly this fearfulling
dystop
in its own air sea
though one may still sit quiet
look
and keep the worlds at bay
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