I was just revisiting the catalogue for the In The Spirit Exhibition held in June (link to catalogue above) which one of my poems was featured at. This is far too interesting not to share.
The poem itself is below:
Crossing
Tell me, what do you keep
in your green glass heart?
What salvaged ice from forgotten moons,
what rusted joints thrown up
from the wrecked night
of your wanting?
And when the tides of your sleep ebb,
what masks permit you
to cross the continent of waking?
Whose arboreal arms will bear you
beyond these highways of stolen sand
and purpling death?
Ours is a dwelling you have found
too broken for words.
You must plant this poem
slowly
when you find home.
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