Submissions by BridgeBurner

So many words    
   
Flash through      
   
The giant sky    
   
    
   
I can't imagine the truth    
   
Even while feeling
   
It's terrifying touch on the walls    
   
     
   
Your menace holds the lobby    
   
Your beautiful features    
   
Cutting shambles of it      
   
Of thin-coated clones waiting    
   
In possible versions of contentment    
   
     
   
There I greet you    
   
Having...

It is the same thing    
that lives here    
randomly fulfilling expectations    
   
in less reliable form    
   
though not as softly    
or hard to hear    
as painfully    
we try to cure its narrowness    
its tuberculosis    
with household tiger's blood    
and bowls of black cherries    
   
Were we faithful    
having some mark    
or implied claim    
to share in human delicacy    
   
The perpetual sounds of sensation    
that account for speech     ...