Submissions by DoveDzieciolowski

i have a copy of where i rise
but only a copy--
an infinity or the slow-wading blue
that proves the mind
a permeable ruin,
a closing upon
the lime slices of effervescence
that fall inside the rat-infested dream,
cover up with the sublime,
the lethal impact
of the moss-covered bones
that tell who i am
and where i mirage,
where everything changes
so as to not be predicted
like the horror
that breaks necks
and lies
in the snow-bred calm.

the surreal is incurable--it might open
where i feel temporary,
where the whole world flashes

like moss learning nude verse,
and impart on the being like a festival of lanterns
at first light and now tiresome.

perhaps--i
like an oracle in the throes of ice
and the unborn veil--

try on forgetting

the drusen working under
the emaciation of the widely known
wherein under each new stone i thrive,

and the opal i’d eat out of an owl’s heart
is the freakish opulence--
a sad button of the...