I go down into dreaming easily, though sometimes awake.
Where the laws of physics are not recognized in court.
The city extends itself in bridges like arms stretching from one's shoulders to another's.
I sink easily into the thickness of the palpable world, merging the boundary like a bridge makes two landmasses one.
If I opened my chest would the contours of my organs mirror the geography of the land that is in my blood?
A vein that smiles through the eye of the world. A heart that loves through the vein of the world.
The landscapes of the possible are infinite, yet within this body. Below natural and constructed surfaces.
Hands are stitches that bind the two sides of invisible wounds with tiny bridges cemented with lust, stretching thirstily for waters they cover yet never touch.
No comments:
Post a Comment