ORB OF THE
FOREIGNER

the city resurfaces from the shifting sand 

lights immediately come on 

careful to angle away 

from its gutters and shadows 

a diaphragm folds out to a box 

manifestations of a hole 

self-constructed blind spot 

peer through the opening

fall from the top 

the basilisk enlarges when the bodies drop  

mistaken for mountains

obelisks, outside of time

decomposing parallel memory

 

the necropolis continues 

feeding, regulating itself

processed in outer darkness

 

the ubiquitous sphere 

falsified and funnelled

stabbing through the damp wallpaper of our lives 

surrounded then buried 

the well dug with riteless bones 

connected only to water 

by iterations under the sea 

this is how the chimera grows floors