Crystalline: Cory Buchanan

Foreign pupils spiral,
entrancing the air

to static

Arming all sight,
like pulsing by a viper den,
adrenaline pours

Liquid runs on heated stone,
quenching mirages

Blending under morning,
ringing chimes
enter the temple,


to crystalline


Streams of starlight silence
in search of humid waterfalls,
parching by the mountainside

Beginning in oasis pictures and sounds
– trickles and croaks,
acted behind the eyes by craving,

grasping at the apex
of pristine surrender