Poem

Beneath these pretty lights…
By Jordan Bates

we soul shiver and writhe
and wilding swaying
flexing pulsations
churn together and forget
our names we engulf
the darkness.

dazzle me with d i s t o r t i o n
because I am enjambed… in
need of a hectic spectacle
in which to lose and find
myself simultaneously.

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