Solitude

[heslopian]

Edit I

It is shallow here beneath the pull of temporal binding
where suns rise and set between one another

Pebble thoughts glance across reflected shadows This line feels a bit too dense for its own good (is "pebble" needed?), but then I also think that about a lot of Hart Crane's lines. In short, I'm probably just a rube

No good can come of words
that are not whispered

and flesh melts against bone
to drown in sediment and silence
against your pillow

The poem made me think of live burials, or at any rate a sentient life trapped in a coffin with its thoughts. If that metaphor's intended it's an effective, haunting one. Besides, whatever mental pictures you wanted to evoke the poem still drips with atmosphere. It's strange, dark and romantic. Thank you for the read