what lies beneath illumines what's above diaphanous weight a statue baptised the bracelet a shining silver choice the depths indistinct no stones no plants she is alone and elegantly out of place ennobling what holds her her body is not at rest toes spread arms drifting maybe we're all suspended and safe, floating facing what's above listening to the depths
2 responses to “after toni frisell.”
Wow. Your writing is pensive, deep. Makes me think. I look forward to reading more this month.
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