• Vol. 05
  • Chapter 06

Bad News

Wake early and veer
off the edge of a day
begun like retrospect:
hindsight through
a dawn of fresh
pressed sunsets.

I already know it:
I've already seen myself
watching the city
form and collapse
at my feet:
tangrams; tetris;
tessalations shaped
from shadow
while a sandstorm blows in light from a distance