imperium of decay...

a web of spirits

is whip-stitched

atop

this web of mortal coils 

and these two surfaces

knitted together

form a baffle

where selective 

blindness builds

parting knowledge 

from the knower

and enabling us

to tear away

at everything

that is not us

as well as
everything   

that is 

until the whole quilt

becomes a crazed 

and tattered shambles

neither covering 

nor comforting 

an infinity no ones…

lucy meskill