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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