[I REMAIN AN OBJECT] ❋ Nate Pritts

I remain an object

In a technological world

The house of creation all full of night

 

We stand in a doorway

It isn’t real

And some astral presence

lingers

 

Just out of frame

Waiting to explode              Inward

To occupy a human setting

 

With relentless energy

      I read by the light of my soul

Conjured in flames

Through my love of this moment

 

Always this moment

      The one that is happening

With roots       Sprawling

      A tangle of voices

 

So many other verses

To so many other poems

 

All the dreams I remember

      End with a collision

The way a secret is revealed

      With a terrible crash

Or else never at all