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.