for my shadow

Skronk Tectonics 3

I. Shadow

This is the final
resting place
for my shadow.

II. Rock

The moon wanes
as we drop our rock
into the darkness.
Our rock unbroken; in dust,
in mud, over spur,
in sag, over scree
and talus — unchanged. The rock,
infrangible, rolls.

What I’m Reading:

“It’s a strange sensation to yell out: This is me! /
In every place I’ve watched / caravans of sorrow— /
I run like all the other men, chasing my / shadow down alleys.”

— Cheswayo Mphanza / “Frame Six”

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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