The remains from a story
a séance of light and silver
people i know (knew)
but remember now...
these would not exist in any other medium
than in the realm of the physical
and alchemical
you exist
only because you took form
and fell
(like ashes in pompeii)
upon this surface
“4AM
and the radio gives up it's voice
again hisses staccato over ocean
the sound of a slow tearing dress
the sound between sounds
Bare feet on the dashboard
Sleep and I
will wake you I
will promise you I
will never let him hurt you again...”
" I called you to come
but I saw...
Somewhere
the cord
that tethered
the seen to the unseen
broke
A trumpet cried
and the wind blew your hair across your eyes "
"In the alchemical dark there is a magic that happens. Ancient formulas discovered and perfected over the centuries...
turning lead into gold
or turning hidden liquids into image traps
stealing moments away into gelatin amber
where the moment escapes leaving only a whispered silver ghost...."
