A Lull in the Season, Afterlife Musings, and Universe Leftovers

On the Here and Hereafter

Limbo in sainthood,
a translucence
splits wings
out either side
where a spine
marks the median


Exhale

I am a million words breathed back in the troubling reverse of a screaming decade.
I am reconciliation of a black hole sat in the center of a spiral armed galaxy.
I am a single made molecule in the square footage of a stadium, alone in shattering
laws of physics with stunning accuracy.
I devour all I perceive, consume each owned conception.
When reality relies on the distance and depth of sight, it is made and thusly altered.

Overcast, and a heavy sack of groceries.