that which is not

night has no dimension, open
to every wandering
mirage–
walls dissolve between now and then–
time sails a yondering
montage

~How~

is it possible to exit
when there‚Äôs nowhere to go?–
formless
narratives engulf you, cosmic
tides that whisper: hello–
join us

The NaPoWriMo prompt today was to “pick a poem you drafted earlier in the month and write a poem that contradicts or troubles it”. I chose “Who Is”, here

The collages above were first published in The Time Issue of the journal Feral last April.

Day 30. I made it.