A Raft of Paper
“All facts lead eventually to mysteries.”
William Gedney
You remember a vague
turpentine chaos before
water became a nameless
flood, slipping a flattened
horizon thin as a raft
of paper under your
door and you sang
all the way downriver
You left a city
and entered
another, lost in the layers
that masquerade as Time
you eventually became
an orange pinwheel
a glass clown
a geomancer in
a rain of sand
yourself
in a garden
overgrown
© 2011 Sophia Pandeya
