the first picture of the End dimension

Тим часом небінарний сніг

sticked and poked with marginalia,
the mehndi's tracks are woven out loose
all over accidental jade azaleas
survived and persevered, and thus schyphomedused
out onto shores of your azure träum bliss –
the trauma's never wearing shoes, you know
they sage their buoyancy in tune
a step a ladder, said one, thrown right past your knees
you think you're drifting over crests
through foaming mouths of portuguese lagunas
and feel the irises in tentacles of yours
that spark with auburn in a blinking
soak in these twinkly bioluminescent tears along
your gested mantle's bourgeoiseic fringe
and spark and burn inthrough the nonexistent cœur
emitting its last whine
and swinging its last wag
it turns out a cocoon
minute like pain
stretch wings:
monarch.
🦋

2025