by Christopher Suda
The vein
caterpillars up,
sucks it down
through a glass
straw, then we
vanish. Its bliss,
by the mean of
memory can not
be resurrected,
only performed.
Perhaps no
different from death
since itself,
too is unimaginable. Others pick
and choose but I
can’t.
Angels visit
through the doors, observe
the war, (discuss
the next) then move
on by
foot—wingless as always. While
leaving, one
articulates ‘effort’. Farther
wins out each
stretch. The photograph is said
to depict a
sturdy image of time—So will I.
CHRISTOPHER SUDA's poetry has been published in blazeVOX, Wilderness House
Literary Review, The Aura Literary Review, Poetry Super Highway, The
Wayfarer, Danse Macabre, Drunk Monkeys, and other literary journals.
Christopher is currently a twenty-four year old undergraduate at the
University of Alabama at Birmingham. He is a musician involved in three
current music projects: Philos Moore (singer-songwriter) In Snow
(Instrumental), and Loveislight (Experimental Hip-Hop).
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