Rosie Field
Beaconsfield, UK
Visual snow
Comes down outside
The world never felt more wide
And I
never felt more still
Life is made up of in-betweens
Lucid Liminality
All just the noise
Before the quiet
Look up at the popcorn
After impression
Eyes swimming vertigo
Static regression
Don’t remember life
beyond these walls
Snow and ash
Goliath falls
And Niagara
has frozen over
Far waterfall like doom
No Flash photo
In the backrooms
Kick out of the closed moon
Time is just like a stream
Pisces fish swimming
Through a liquid dream
Stared into water
It stared back at me
Visual snow
Comes down and out
Paris and London
No going out
Wondering
not about
