I remember work-shopping this many moons ago carmalain7. Glad to see it unleashed. The imagery is haunting and addresses that great unknown that is sown throughout this mortal coil we inhabit. I love this verse:
The concrete carcass shimmers
inviting under the lens;
drowning, we become static hum,
cities' last broadcast,
a deeper dream.
Thanks for sharing. The artistry of this poem is truly marvelous :-)
"Many moons ago"? Raj, he's only been on Discord for like 5 weeks :D
Ha ha. My concept of time is all askew though, misspent youth ;-)