Persephone~

The simplification of chords
As I scrape the ground upon this homecoming:
Dragging the measures of a song I wrote for…

Saturated skin, again,
I went swimming in the planetary pools
Of sensory deprivation, to chance parting.

Twelve steps & yet, they feel twelve insights
Of longer drapery,
Than what has ever dressed these pale windows.

I think I’m on a cloud
Who doesn’t know she’s drifting:
I think I’m misplaced in the happiness of ending.

Where is this ghost
Who said she’d lead a revolution?
I scream out loud & clone a thousand convolutions.

The moon is a negative I once photographed:
Innocent, and packed away, like smooth
Clay in the sleeves of my old imagination.