Parse
Dawn marks the wall
a thin flange of
off-blue
An imagined
silence
Always an imagined
silence
The speed
at which sleep’s
fogged dialogue withers
into the present
noun-scape
This rift valley
A volley of
seasonal beacons
Window
where mind
finds orbit
+
All a world can do
is appear
The window
intones
A room
whose walls
warp with sun
What’s seen
is dreamed
We think
ourselves here
Copyright Credit: Joseph Massey, "Parse" from Illocality. Copyright © 2015 by Joseph Massey. Reprinted by permission of Joseph Massey.