Poetry

A Beginner’s Roadmap to the Subconscious

April 25, 2014 • 0
The absence of color, Born into chasm, Outstretches its wiry arms, Elbows buckling, cracking, Collapsing, under the bulk of converging tectonic plates. This absence… this severed molecule… How detached it seems from the known continuum, How it drifts across the fabric of space time, Paralyzed in orbit, Deafened by quietness, Swaying to the ill-conceived tempo »