Intermediary
Intermediary
by Casimir Wojciech
My mind has become serrated
at its edges.
Vertigo encodes
the furies in which
I rise stretching
extremities of certainty.
I am allowing
more and more
of myself to blossom
out of reverie
with less and less
to proclaim.
Invisible armadas
have engulfed my senses.
Sadness moves through me
like humming birds in the wind.
I throat a prayer as the miracles
that bind us
to one another leak moonlight
across these yellow walls:
Just like the shadow of a body
Just like the shadow of a body
Casimir Wojciech was born and raised in Northern California and now lives in the Sonoran Desert. His poems are published in Text, Empty Mirror and Writing the Polish Diaspora. He is currently looking for a home for his manuscript. You can find him on twitter @caswojciech.
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