Wavelengths

Our wavelengths

comingling,

jagged lines to frame

crucial axis

Points in cold fusion

divvied out

tension ‘cross intersecting minutes

Scattered foliage dissolves

wistful and crisp,

borne of shadows

Pale feedback loop

carving the course

we walk, divergent interests

conjoining

in some form - boilerplate

indifference

confined in the waning

spaces drawn off,

driven throughout

its dissolution

Sucking sounds,

drying finish

deadened in its hands,

in flesh arisen,

a ballast in regulation

of damnation’s determinate

flow, seepage muddled

in the surface

sinking aground

wrapped asphyxiation

Matt Mauldin
10/2017
Santa Barbara, CA