Has Fallen
June 1, 2026
has fallen
a rail-gown flows in memories of sliver so recent
it’s as though you arrive in it before dressing
a cloth for social gatherings you can pass through
at a fraction of c so close to terminal
you can claim you didn’t notice heads turn
laugh, leaning on balustrade – it’s the time dilation
it’s the missingness of it all darling, a fancy
in evaporation –
a rail-gown reveals, conceals, one’s carry
by blade or by projection, that at the end of a walk
one’s witnesses can no longer comfortably random
pinpricks of teasing small-bites, liquid refresh
trailing in aftermath, some goers unaware of cut
others, in drifting pestilence, lost as vapor
one might retain out-of-pocket, that swift lance
we love, we adore, we abhor two standards here
the physisiatic binary of linear and reversion past
writing split tongue’s twice brushed phalanx
by close and circumspect floor-ardor, in punch bell
in knells rubbed at edge, at implied horizontal event
glass still singing beeswax and polish, curve-wood
all a-made for seeming, all a-causal lien
a rail-gown is the borrowing we do unto ourselves
to fit as spasm, as resection, as crowd surgery
making augury of already witnessed, for-shadowed
the brush of fingers that hasn’t happened, hasn’t
passed that unyielding no-contact, ice-voiced
ice-choiced in all read eye, where we are here
where we are our own, even if not every body
has fallen
they will name your angelic roots, feather you
claim a thousand sins and deviations, no child
of ours, of anyone, could, or should, or would
red-shift full to black stowe-motion, styed hand
already slathered to sleeve twixt tear and farther
father you again, as though town behind made you
until descendant, bow-shock staves conversation
in evaporation
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