A chilling tattoo

morgan austin

An untouchable dome,

seen right through

(Invisible);

cut by planes, birds

and eyes.

A solipsistic fly (buzzing bees

)herding honey

for a cold

deep depression—

air laid under domes, unto cities…

and a campfire

brought into being

via a

couple of youths blazing

for a soft, sore, and

work bound future ahead.

A layers expanse of trampled

browns (sprinkled with yellow &

greens).

In between the blades

a rolly-polly picking and packing

dirt & mud (slush) made in

the in-between

of winter

and spring,

a cold toe, reimagined in a

bugs tripping mind—

mined of matter

from and industrial dualism

formed from a dualism

opposed by a divided (60-90)

idea— All pieces of

an “A-OK”

granted by us [great]apes.

The decay of millions beneath us.