words by dominic riccitello

in depth i find meaning
in truth i find deepening
we melt into ice
hot tar with feet on pavement
dreaming

we talk of end
holographic bends
edges which run deeper
mirrors in vapor
flicker and teeter


we find details in moments
darkened nostalgia
blurred components


i remember in time
thorns on a vine
twisted in rhyme
you build chambers in hurting
throwing keys into voids
reverting


i bend to break into two
i dance with limbs broken
like wind slipping through
spine on cracks
silent symbols in synesthetic stacks
hidden books on library shelves
dust like ghosts in a city of selves

we stand in pace
longing for time to retrace
we make worry out of nothing
to find time between breathing
you pause to make sense
when sense is just static in past tense

we are broken by our vices
ice cream on hot pavement
melting in slices
i used to die to melt
how i’d pick moments and wear what they felt

i stand in parallel
while you sit in a perpendicular spell
you were always one to watch
and always the first to let go

words by dominic riccitello