Enveloped, as I had been
folded
into the dark mournings,
one after the next stroke of
grey palette,
And when standing
upright
among the five foot stalks
of daisies and poppies
where painted ladies
couple up twisting aloft
precipitation,
and what precedes,
a worm, a cloud, a momentary
levitation
inconsistencies become solid
Silver change strewn across
the steel
sea,
sense
the bottom
of the well, whereby my feet
have sunk
in.
Artwork by Umberto Boccioni, c. 1902 [CC0] in Public Domain.
