When unconditional excesses vanish,
it leaves a frayed fringe unfinished,
a blank sentiment, faith, no soul could
get near to it, traces of mortality
everywhere, unbinding itself from
the past, the fabric of existence, in
succeeding meters, telling the story
anew without passion or crime,
dying for the clairvoyance of the
mystic sellers even while continuously
envisioning your life as a worthless
repealing of all intentions.
For this month’s poem postings, Kaleidoscope will highlight the work of a single contributor. Please enjoy a collection of 10 poems from the artist Cassandra Kulay.