A cube creeps towards me
though I can only see
the [iridescent] edges
It settles eventually
against a wall
A makeshift portal
to the crocodiles
and their sinking teeth
Vertebrae of metal / Wooden oesophagus / Heart of clock
Every organ in the body a transmitter
crying SOS through a system of mirrors
I grow an extra lung
All puffed out
When I inhale it escapes
out through my back
Spreads itself like a great wing
Dust and nails and dust and nails and dust
Memories of grass
and perished elastic bands
holding it all together
Time gathering on surfaces
Every shape could be the same
Uniform in entropy
Makes me sickest of all
Overstitched maps
Tickets to nowhere
It’s all right here
Quay Brothers / The Veils / the Abyss.
Header Image Credit: Yang Xia via Unsplash
C.R. Dudley 