aphesis

Valparaiso, Chile

the refining souls,
fracking and flaking in order to bring out the new,
skin,
a naked panorama of the things we hold in good faith,
sometimes hopelessly devoted to the run-on sentences that try to explain the void,
the miscues,
i could stand like your stoic statues,
all marble faced and weathered,
fireproof,
or with liquid transparency,
all cards on the table,
a naked panorama of the things i used to hold,
and can no longer call by name