Light Delusion Curtain - Yellow Eyes

Slipping rib

Gas station fume

The stalled out wind put fingers on me

The meadow line showed darkness to me

Light delusion curtain

Old black mouth garage

Roared open, damp rope teeth

Sharp baleen breath

Blue tarp wrinkled tongue said something

Unfinished thought

A massive shape is falling

She is calving

We are close

Great slipping rib

Gas station fume

Above an eerie light is forming

A massive shape is falling

We are close

Don’t know the height

I can no longer see the forest in this light