Lynn

2023-01-07 08:58 pm

Octopus language—
a liquid whisper to fish.
You would never know.

Artificial dream
made for a lonely machine.
Logical blunder.

These glimpses of you,
neither invention nor collapse
would be more lonely.

Condense your rival knight
into red and a warning
under your shoes.

Plasma forms a line.
Boundary between light and
liquid given up.

Turquoise milk
mixing into my porridge.
Daily occurrence.