Notes on Speech and Light
& the cotton-mouthed bliss is
a life i dissolve into
can anybody apart from us feel?
amid solar pulses i exist under your orbit,
speaking into you
bright-bodied in rampant succesion to lone Junes
from when the days were long
and realisations sprung like fresh fruit, the first bite
thirsty after a winter drought
ive always been a trite conversationalist
but now we exist beneath the macabre skies,
in wake of the suns divorce
speak to me in those laden prophecies
the language you save for disasters
my words scatter within your radiations and i am pool-drunk
chlorine chasing a summer theophany,
busy understanding the world through you
Copyright © Amelia Korczak | Year Posted 2026
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