poem || Keith Higginbotham

Undersea Myself


tinge
or; stars darker dime
is of
 
Gleaming,
 
dwarfs the less – eye, –
Gazing or each close is
 
metal snails they can it
enlarges the
moon I
 
save holes which
defying off—matter of at—G-
ving are color, unidentified the
 
looking colder dusk
dark to anyway
 
picture too
telescope the paperbacks