Vassar Student Review

Vassar Student Review

After the Mirage

By Kai Speirs

After the mirage

when color fills the edges

of the world

seeping into

creeping thoughts—

a corrosion of that

which hangs like barnacles through

this seasick waking tide.

 

After the mirage

move through corners

concerned thoughts

fought on

leftover pages crinkling

through the edges

of fantasy’s border with vibrating static,

a rippling pond.

 

After the mirage

I’m falling free

tell me to find

tell me I must find time

of total neutrality.

 

After the mirage

the air is thick

so thick

I breathe water

in pool-bottom silence and sink

back to what you ended

4in me.

 

After the mirage

my eyes are granitized and

they are also

as shapeless as torn jeans.

 

After the mirage

it is shame which speaks

what did I conjure?

what do I owe to my soul?

It must be odd for...

I kick around the dust...

There is a horrendous roar...

if the mountains call for...

when you’re at the bottom...

I love you mint chocolate...

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