Andreiomatic: Recent Episodes
Andrei
I stare at the eye of the midnight flame till it dawns as the rising sun; watch wax drip tiers of molten waves with flow of noonday tides.
In snuffed wick’s trailing tendrils, I drift lengths of advancing frontiers outlines of far lands sleeping under tender lids of night
pondering the weight of times unseen that cross this desert existence, dismantling hazy borders between together and apart.
- Kate Burnside