#3

Crossed bridges behind you
Tightly wrapped gifts
With edges

Phrased just fine
In the meantime
Regression as usual
I remove you all

 

In this space exists an easy drift
Right on by
And erratic and abrupt in nature
With some rhythmic callings
That draw you deep into the current
Under the surface
And below the light

 

It has been found
A spectacle to behold
Finality and posterity
Bound in one box
Adorned with curtains of soft light
The deceitful shade of a pale glow
On the frontiers of the unknown