Friday, February 3, 2012

Black Ice

Faces reflect in the mirror
moving through the
light, the void—all illusion
an allusion to that thrill

Navy violets and yellow-oranges
bloom on the indulgent floor.
As we move,
rhythm & beats pervasive,
our bodies know this pulsing.

Night courses onward,
cities and stars both glowing
            (phosphorus and nitrogen exploding)

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