Mon
Dec
20
stillness in mind crafts bending edges
as light reflects from the skin of bookshelves,
as floorboards rise and fall with squeaks of breath
motion hides behind slippery lines; the books
bending spines, reach dustflap fingers to fluorescent
ceilingsky. stoic breath collects cosmic stillness
in pools that syphon moments of memory
from the luminous cave of the brain.
(via illillill)
