Eric Mohrman



RESISTANT

always the last
pale halo
going
out

in-
creasingly im-
pacted      in      this      space

it’s
the humming dream
running between
us

even the
freeze-frame whirs
as it dis-
covers its own
motion—for-

     ever

asterism embers

eye-
lids mimic
the sun’s movement

& toes like roots
grow
in-      to      the      groaning
ground

it’s
the gurgling dream
streaming between
us—even

     submerged

in a
fatal lake, small
bubbles de-
clare a final
baptism






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