Perpetuo
The sonance, like scratch disks on loop, an afghan above staticstruck hair seeps in tidals, mute. An intersect of border lines weave, toss over, under. Hoop. Vanished crosswalk paint, I found your rigid edges. Legend says to never overstep: a leather shoe gapped left of Pompanos railroad. Ledge cliffs swim to an ease fall, a fiery halt sign: slow. Through a hidden box, crammed cotton, mull of ripe propaganda on street cars. Simple souvenirs a shinier metal a fire-struck woman - mighty. Her mind, detached entity string to fist. Torched. EMMA - I hear! Hand me your cradled stack of worn leather. Top side stiff, beneath a silk suede. Perpetuo vacuum of teeming shore. I tried the scribe’s fear from pillow to pen, her calloused forearm. I tired the marble conch shell, heresy in the floor’s whisper. Her extended limbs barrel a zone between refuse kelp sea top, and porcelain brim.