Into the matte jumble


Into the matte jumble

of thumb-pressed cotton

the shadow fell



too slowly for the eye to notice


there was a sense

a notion of change

in the pulpy towers of cumulous

a cumulative knowing

that some Other being

was there.


It was

Not the green-yellow palette

Of pre-apocalyptic sky


although more reasoned minds

would wonder at this blindness

this unwillingness to see

what was so obvious –

nor was it the pinprick

of explosive force

that shattered preconception.


It was the subtle immersion

into the light-well

the realization of drowning

that brought her to life.


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