The city is flooding, and so I clamber upward, protecting wraps of foil. Hidden in aluminum, Christ himself, a rescue boat searching. The water recedes, reveals mystical scrolls, ancient drawings, my mother smiling. The egg and the skull are one.
The city is flooding, and so I clamber upward, protecting wraps of foil. Hidden in aluminum, Christ himself, a rescue boat searching. The water recedes, reveals mystical scrolls, ancient drawings, my mother smiling. The egg and the skull are one.