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
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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