Aphantasia, A Poem

Third-eye projector void Still running and shining Film reeling with no image Angel with goose-feathered wings Swooped to the artifice Running as hot as igneous And still no image How can you be in a theatre If you can’t play video? Angel asking marrow-deep question Am I broken? Artifice searched within Accompanied by goose down… Continue reading Aphantasia, A Poem