Falling Through Glass

Cerebral flagellations
shatter in three
first—a heart
your cry
then me

Oh
I’m in retrograde
Mercury laughs
further from the stars
I spin the celestial zoetrope

Fleeting thoughts left behind
distorted reflection
arrested streetlights
punctuation
of a defenestrated mind

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Grew up in the Essex countryside and currently resides in London. Passing through his 30s far too quickly. Likes: writing, design, the arts, and copious amounts of coffee. He is working on his first novel.

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