Dimension

Kayla Comalli
Mar 25, 2021

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Iris in totality, wretches dip the wilted toe.

Heads with zero motion turn,

soundless for words unborn.

Rarified atoms dance no longer,

flit they hum to him to hum.

Thoughtless call a vacuum ‘human’,

To stall Quake’s mistaken pulse.

Known by most to drift in unwake,

Looming seer a’lights a cull.

Hurt the grandest air with phasing wing,

Meaningless must mean by any means.

Dragon lens flashes beneath the indigo layers of a rippling pool.

Blink flat. Grey.

It’s a bed sheet.

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Kayla Comalli
Kayla Comalli

Written by Kayla Comalli

pseudoblogger, but a semantic expert.

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