Remission Assembly

Eyes closed
Shielding a field of irises
From the reality of waking,
Skipping footsteps
Flesh seemed weightless
Propelled toward plush images
Receding grass moved
Rhythmically beneath us,
Slipping limestone
Between folds in the river
It’s not enough to be
A presence since passed
Brought to the present again
Even dinosaurs get a second chance
Maybe nothing’s by accident
Standing on the bank
Fire reflecting off a sunset cheek
Where are we
In these millions of layers?

A breeze silky and soft
Shows an entire life
Within falling fragments of hair
A dream-catcher woven
Carried subtle and halcyonic
The night had grown comfortable
Enough to sleep alone,
Wonder contained to wistful songs
Cerulean flowers sang white
While flames flickered-
Beckoning the nature of purpose,
Waiting for the world to decide
Where it might belong
And why


Author: Montana Svoboda

I'm a genderless poet currently living in Central Michigan where I attend college for Environmental Science and English. Nature's some cool shit, frisbee's a neat activity, fountain pens are best pens, Latakia for life, coffee and tea keep these gears turning.

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