Smithereens Press Chapbooks SP9 - 'Kodalith' by David Lloyd | Page 20

Prism
A thing breaks beyond naming.
In the grit depot, in the shingle
Archive, blood meets with its
Congealing. Your debrided palm
Greets the horizon: sky-prism
Shredding the lightface late
Into the farness, into the violet
Wash over fracture and fold.

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