Ultrasound by A.E. Stallings

What butterfly— Brain, soul, or both— Unfurls here, pallid As a moth? (Listen, here’s Another ticker, Counting under Mine, and quicker.) In this cave What flickers fall, Adumbrated On the wall? Spine like beads Strung on a wire, Abacus Of our desire, Moon-face where Two shadows rhyme, Two moving hands That tell the time.I am… Continue reading Ultrasound by A.E. Stallings