An Empty Citadel of Wings
The view from above
an empty citadel of wings
rising via incalcuable vapour
as a flashing thorax Sun
as the ghostly ruins of seeming seasonal metrics
being rain that pours on ghostly aural beaches
its white noise
its curious polar inconclusion
riveting as mist
being skull-less anthropology as absorption
From Texas Blind Salamander Feelings. Used with permission of author.