Boxes (diptych)

*Eyes like black-holes
Face supernovas and sink.
Radiance climbs through the space of time
�"Time of space
Finding itself as atomized and only then
�"Drawn as breath into singularity.

*Tonight everything comes from light
falling to thought. Whorls of folded worlds
Once fanned-out, now compacted tight.
Boxes of folded worlds, worlds-of-themselves
Adorn my living-room, to be moved
And re-shelved.

Reviews

[Thomas W Case]

Cosmic and abstract—this bends space, light, and thought into something almost tactile.
The grit lies in the compression, vastness folded down into something you can hold and rearrange.

[William Kremer]

Thanks for giving this a read and review mate, much appreciated.