It is such
a beautiful world,
and yet
I treat
so many things
as emblematic,
as if each
teardrop on
the brim of
his lies
spoke for
a large and
shadowy theme,
like the mind
emulsifying
with its
backdrop of sleep,
black wave-shaped
cutouts in
cardboard bobbing
in asynchronous
ovals and
staggered to
the back of
the stage,
as if depth
were only a
matter of
layering planes.
from Ethical ConsciousnessFind more by Paul Killebrew at the library
Copyright © 2013 Paul Killebrew
Used with the permission of Canarium Books.