Fracture 34

by William Ricci


gray casted sky

growing shadow horizon

teeters unnamed feeling

between black, white

muted murky orange

stretched toward mountain

mist shrouded, light

streams rain down

snow capped peak

natives bobbing heads

raised toward edge

blue boundary falling.


and we dance in the light shadow

of the peak in the distance.


and we swim in the river’s

icy current from source to delta.


and with eyes closed we can

truly see the light of simultaneity.


and my body wrapped in barbed wire

struggles against the imaginary bonds

that I can see and no one else can

the barb pricks the finger, the blood drips

the mind does not feel the sensation

and the spine captures the essence

and the blood disappears.