I fell so far so fast,
spiraled out of control,
lost myself in you,
a thief in the light,
appearing like a god
or some apparition,
a figment of consecration
taking my whatisit? right
out of my body, taking me
far from my shores,
gravity gone,
crescent moon waxing at me
waning from me—
a witness to my own ebb,
tidying tiding into pools,
beached into sea-salted sand,
silt dribbled on foundationless castles,
dessicated in the wind,
dunes of me
supporting sea oats,
waving to whatever
remains at sea,
the blood-heavy water
crashing in diagonal waves,
finding variables, searching
for the inconsistent
hypotenuse.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
Ekke Ekke Ekke Ekke Ptang Zoo Boing!
Intrusive rhyme bothers me, except as a weapon.
Intertextuality is my passion.
Formalist/ New Critical are my guiding theories.
My words are mine, not a robot’s.
MA English literature, CofC
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