A Revelation Reveals a Dry Sky Disguised with Clouds
The sky behind your shoulder loiters.
Movement disguised by travel,
acuity loosened by slow wheels.
My stomach lurches as scenes slump
like the times my car stands still
but slips because another pulls forward
out of the corner of my eye.
In seance dreams you confide
a past life we didn’t share, a harm
I didn’t know was there revealed.
A train pulls away. I want to be on it.
Leave this empty road with open doors behind.
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“seance slump loiter sky acuity lost flaming fur hearts sanguine”
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