The Salt Lens
They ground the crystal
with salt in the slurry,
each grain a star’s ghost
dissolving into glass.
Through it,
I could bring Saturn close enough
to see the shadow of a moon
crossing its face —
but the lens fogged
on nights when the sea‑wind rose,
salt reclaiming
what it had given.
At its clearest,
I saw my own eye
reflected in the dark between its rings,
and knew the map I sought
was also looking back.
.
Your precise depth of
Your precise depth of bolstering the boulder boldly in both worlds, palpitations of heart prowess, and firm divergence, gaping gateways, like splitting gaps through history!
peace, pot, tequila shot
Jesus loves us, stoned or not
I love how you’ve caught the
I love how you’ve caught the weight and the pulse together; that’s exactly where the poem lives for me.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
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