Etude: A Soft Seizure

by Jake Berry

Spokes of the sun
strike the sky
deep blue — painful

An agitation
through pipe smoke
the nocturnal eye

Fragments of joy
and constructs of aspiration
condense across the windshield
and evaporating

Synapses and stars
blink for a second
and flame out
to see
birds descend
and strike the dry ground
for seed

could be the faith of an ape
outliving its corpse