July 30, 2017

in error
 identical worlds
  a crusade
   where flames come off
    my own sail
     welcome!
      captive shadow
       subpar peaches
        a p r o p e r r e n d i t i o n

July 8, 2017

its drops become my finger
its seal presses upon my hair
saying: break—

beneath this convergence of light
I must open and scatter
like a dream taught to the water
by the closed, unmoving air
of summer
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