dɪˈsəʊsɪeɪt

On a night of ferocious joy, You catch me, dangling feathered charms again along the bow. Your face contorts, Just please let Jupiter explain, Why I don’t dance. The sky is static now, Freezing my demeanor, Splaying out my panic. …

Metalwork

Reality demanded such fervent focus, that one joint was dislocated from the rest of the pipeline. The crucial aside, the elbow that allowed the flow of thoughts to scatter where they would. The hole was soldered shut and in those …