Vapor
a Saturday morning poem.
the night's sky bursts open into a newly bludgeoned ether. caverns splinter its face into an array of canyons unburdened and unyielding, the expanse breathes at once: nothing. and yet, I filled it.
the night's sky bursts open into a newly bludgeoned ether. caverns splinter its face into an array of canyons unburdened and unyielding, the expanse breathes at once: nothing. and yet, I filled it.
