• Vol. 07
  • Chapter 10

Temporal Glitch

languid air reeks of moss, canopies tinker with clouds,
windless spirits blend to submerge, gravity diminishes;
levitates through a warped sense of freedom; of liberation
chalked on gravels of road, and grasses (like solidified brush
strokes) worship slowness: loud slowness, thunderous slowness,
meaningful morphemic slowness. somewhere beneath thick
follicles; thick blood is stridulating, bugs begin to clot in
their placid abodes.

time cracked a joke or smoked pot

then stiffened its jaws
to resemble a fossil,

and remained.