Locus Amorphus | David Rushmer
1
efflorescent
body
suspended
in the air
held
in a net
of blood
the white of the eye
moon blinks into sight
genesis of liquid bone
flow
&
counterflow
flood
of emptiness
clouds web
ghost of rainfall
2
a hole
right through me
where the wind
passes its hand
welcomes the tide
the names of the dead
on her lips
drowned voices
corpses of foam
thrown up by the sea
the gasp for breath
in an ocean of silents
3
dawn
the skin of night
breaks the thread
the duel lips
of sky and sea
part
the eye alone
is vocal
4
to come
out of nothing
or
to touch myself
in your reflection