Under upwards shading skin
black egg drum thin, stretched
between here and great spirit,
pastel shell, trumpet flair, antenna
broadcast coerced energy against gravity
pellets, void the noise and the leaves,
white bark nothing-but treestands,
sound sucking snow, and a view
of a hole
in a hole
in a hole
in a hole
in a hole
in a hole...
this nucleus, true .
Author notes
Loosely inspired by "House of Leaves" (google it)
Comments
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Wow. Very creative and such good rhythm!



