Sky Country Seth Jani It is a study of space, Of malfunctioning closures. The way the earth recedes, The horizons, and the night Comes down; black, incandescent, Full of vacuous eyes. Suddenly that tethered body, That system of bones And calculations breaks loose. Our pupils turn to the stream Of glittering mirages. We see Ghosts in the Midwestern sky.
Published on May 18, 2017