Synesthesic Candor
Flourite Space Jammer, 2014, illustration by Jonathan Solter Words can’t express, Nor shudder. They can merely hold me, In the rhythm of the rain. Igniting an uproar in stained glass, Animating the clarion of vanity. All my sins Would sneak & whisper to me Fables of eons The currents shift and crumple They scatter in tumult The gleaming orbs Candles immersed in pallor, Remain glistening In line like angels Forests of water pillars which hold ceilings, Of breathing blue. Tourmaline eyes Glinting in non-light Sipping deeply from the cosmogonic calyx… Admiring its details, Flawless and doubtful.