Tuesday, March 08, 2011

Jellyfish Morning

Dawn wipes fog away from the sky
like a cat cleaning her newborns. Smears and smudges
cling against the hills where the sun's warm tongue
has yet to reach.

I am rising through mist like
a jellyfish in a column of Plexiglas, surrounded
by the curious gazes of the vertebral.
Interface quivers above me,
fog-skin rippling under the tension of a soft breeze.

I will drown in the sky. I will fill my head
with clear air. I will let the sun
lick my skin and rasp away dead cells, shed hair
and the crusts at the corners
of my soul's eyes.

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