Liminal Creature

A rather liminal creature, I hover
in the corner of your eye —

at the edge of the forest, the edge
of a chair

halfway gone already

before you can read me

Sense and Science

The symmetry of our annihilations:
where cave meets sighing chest
and the sea sings against blood
the mountains of hands fold up
stapled into the reverse chalice
to hold both sky and soul

dancing stars fill their equivalents:
solar plexus, astrocytes
and sensory implosion is immanent

Closure

Loose sheets between the pages
of a book closed, undisclosed:
riddled with notes, undecoded,
a flock of paper cranes following
long steps down the one-way road
high-strung with electric winds
winding down, at sundown
paper burning in
orange abandon, flames
eating away at
an evening only delayed