by Derek Adams

memory, where false embraces
the light of fusion.) Alert faces
hang mechanical in the absent blue.
The banks hide themselves, wither
into the invisible opening of the water
until what is blue carries them out
beyond foam-swirling desires
rolling the undertow, beyond spires
of finger-waggling multicolour-reefs,
beyond the dark eye-holes
of upturned rusting skulls.
Between light’s beam and depth’s dark:
words, thoughts, could disappear
anonymous, as I don the clear
blue-flashing skin of the shoal.

Copyright © Derek Adams





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