perspective

ravens.
rising smoke against night's liquid
all caught in the moon.
a slow spread of blood underwater,
silken and grey in the false light -
a threat in its fact and what it might attract.

impure montage, dimensional daydream, my worldview, i'm trapped.
tepid bars - iron mirages, close-set.
still, the gaps between each lets a wide world out
in ignoble whispers with all the right words
immobilized by the netherworld between thought and
sound, tangled as a strand of lights.