I shed the words

of an illusive coat

the bones are poems that

the letters wrote

...

the chimerical mind

unseen unfound

like cryptic air hovering

above the ground

...

my skull a shell

amidst footprint graves

permeated by magnificent

movement of form

dissolved into the vast

echoes of eternal waves

safely within the wet womb

of the storm.

updated by @ceri-shaw: 11/24/19 06:16:51PM