Standing on a cliff, I entrusted darkness to remake her. Night always does the trick.
I don’t think the ledge overlooked anything. Try not to wait for day and miss creation.
There will only be so many before we’re returned to her. Like in the summer,
it was a deep blue that still looked blue above. In the curvature of the earth I see her.
There will never be nothing ever again. Night gives hints, however, to the still singularity.
The first experiment.

I imagined wearing happiness on my face. To leave creation will kill us here. Nothing got made;
I hope this meeting made repairs. What did you visit upon this opened organ vista? Night makes
no promise to return us to one another. Yet there you appear. Anyone I’ve ever known could be here.
Two ceaseless ends burn to our middle. Does where you are have curvature? If I tried
to follow you I’d end up in my dreams.

Summer blue above. In night hints are given. Telling us we just missed creation. On a cliff,
I entrusted darkness to remake her, and that is where darkness put us.

You still come to me reanimated: at times the premise is off and I can tell which chamber of me
grew you. I can often sense frustration.

The blue around lifted us indeterminate. I could not gauge speed or lift a scent off you or any part
of the outcropping; We were slow, joining.

Your smile so sure, saying time limited.
I ask you to stay in creation for me,
knowing you have no choice
Love crossed over
Whose for who?
Were you for me an escalated atmosphere?

In open air her tines grew bright
Gone up to where I went up to
Unsure who was visiting and whose
look ensnared who

An unrising sun lit the outcropping
Blue glow bouncing off the moon
You were beaming, well and beyond
I brought back your sound
I can recall it
a rarity

Apparition charm pose death alone
Syntax crying news broke at dawn

"Untitled"

Relight and realign
if the smell is off
you'll invite demons
a blue-bottomed dance
up into orange limit
to be renewed every year

Sound consistent with a whisper:
the wrong calendar marked a year

Prize this melting memory onwards
you are fuel and source and try,
laying sideways—two sides beset by
your effort to do right by time

To let it burn uninhered

"Stuck in AgX"

Standing in ankle-deep silver, the flats stranded her in cut time. She could feel every two hundred fiftieth of a second pass across the placeless cornered plane. She could not see beyond the corners or sky-surface. A surfeit of contrast fought lowered tones, sears and silences vying to push past compromise. Along her arm, hairs and pores sharpened then smoothed over; the sourceless light gave her a shadow from every side, retuning from impenetrable to mellow, five to zero fast enough to elide the range of texture traversed. Feeling time so well it burned.

Flat waves lapped at her heavy metal ankle stains in intervals of five seconds every thirty seconds. Every substance, light first among them, was filtered reversed and showered her. She shown through.

Every surface an imprint and imprinted onto.
The world's edges curled under heat in the distance.

Halide crystals stripped and replenished between silver salts and sky. Her fixation was the mildly acidic, gelatin, the alkaline. Waves pulled off the ground, in sheets, to mist to clouds. Insoluble atmosphere filled her chest, sensitizing organs light could not bend into. Chin pointed up, jaws apart and throat in open contraction, her lungs still shunned rays' touch, entire chest compartment sealed from the wave-particles. Condensation, amassed, returned in staggered bursts from above, yet more silver milk breaking in and upon her frozen stance; beads that hit the eyes' sclera stained them. She had imagined nacre taking over. There was no animation.

ACACIA SAKELLARIS-SNYDER✦POEMS

"Pre-Veiled"

Broke my hand hitting
a fabric wall
Sheer anger
wavered light through holes
for it permeable
Ripples
The holes are smaller than breath
Screamed, too,
and it wove big
Bloodless bends in the
Imperative the bones are showing
On the other side
I saw men and women holding
a knife to the heart of a holy body
line by line

"Click is The Angel's Kiss;
They Only Need to See You Once"

You peeled off yourself
Somewhere in a click
Somewhere shedding fastening
Successive baths I'll bring you back

I'm coming with
So we face the same direction forever
in my vision stance
And you, being the back of your head

Are the only dense area recorded
Standing fore the noise of grain
Sent to boxes, my screens, places with edges
that can be called that because you're there

"Up Down Left Right At Such Great Height"

flyaways foreground a skyscape
bands so frayed can't right mistakes
air awake retakes with blasts
a hair misplaced creates contrast

focus thrown before an expanse
loses horizons to loose strands
auto cannot choose a scale
upon which to measure worthwhile

picture perfect then insert details
that throw follicles into freefall
to every directionless area
intent shows to will to go or stay

a child once again plots style
confusion in her altitude, asking when
is sky when is space as unclasped
berets litter the vertical plane

forgetting the feet in a mile,
above any place undotted by vectors
where routine accrues: below, cities
take shape as breaches of blankness

noise awash in oxygen's absence
brain depleted in a fun headrush
depriving thoughts which are
already with her high high up

even higher than she is once
let go, for fear of finding out
there's no end to motion on a marble
when greater forces say "it spins"

whereas the atmosphere as interim
can be buffer to the real, airthinned
chamber darkness makes: its substance,
and how in it the look can unfurl

In another day I'll reach you
meet you up in the wide light
to be gone and where you are
I would shed each and every device
pour my favorite sounds out
long and downwards beading out
so that I have no workarounds
my promise arrives compromised
where you are it's not so loud

I'll pause to see the currents sigh
and renounce change on our behalf
to pocket stories we became
outside this head they won't
advance

"Round Asso. and Round"

Back to back
Side to side
Stored for life
In case of what
Rolling over
Don't know why
You take so long
I'm in time to
lace despondency
Too late to race
myself to envy
Wait out the side
Releave the dream
Your scrutiny
A slight to belief

Too in tune to
be brave
Sleep keyed in
scoring lines
Implied and
etched in narrative
disrepair
Quoted as say
"Everything going
to raceway" And
you'll fail the pacemaker
Rain evaporating
before it
hits the ground
Waiting days some
times to run
beside you really loud

Sped up so fast you
can smell the chords
of my passing
With epcot logic I part
halves
to the ground
inside slow revolve
Pleading one more go
Fold me and I'll
Fold your memory
One turn, over itself
The late model wins
over late models
"Accepted and loved
in the silver mirrors
of your eyes"
your dust kicked
Up

cling

"Metastasis Sprint"

Run through you 1:1
phase out between
your end and end
cells that felt that blur
will reproduce twice
as fast–encoding stun
with light trails dying
2 halflives come

Phased back in the
brain yawns out dif-
ference alone
centerparted at the
pleasure center dark
in casing sooner than
shock can register
back to view each
a go a double
never touched never didn't

Start at one
mortal lightning coil
reamass at first as
nervous infrastructure
change color in their hands

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