The Etheridge of Solvent

[addy]

Out in the desert, on
a dirt road, apples fall
to their tired deaths and
drown in harmony with
the earth. Love the atmosphere you've established here (love the "tired deaths" line), and I like you're creative use of ""drown" in a desert scene

Pending suspension
between the fabric
that we walk on and
the amber gear lands. very unique way to put it

To ponder such things
tears a hole. Somewhere. I like the quirk in that ending

I always like poetry with a little philosophy in it. This is, if i read it correctly, about the space where life and death intertwine. It was beautifully done. Thanks for this