conferring in the space between the space between
i believe
our souls talk to each other
late at night
when we aren’t watching
i wish i could be a bit more privy to those conversations
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fractal wound
vulnerability soft folds (ripped open) revealing deep slash bound peer into darkness (infinite landscape) fractal wound binding like a river winding through a canyon he saw all worlds contained we both saw Her here. now. Ekphrastic poem inspired by the Hana Hamplová: Meditations on Paper exhibit at The Frye Art Museum. I saw it once, alone,…
