Autumn Knepp

Triga Deep underneath in the dark of the earthLies in a vein, unaware, and inertSomething special, something wanted,Terrifying yet great-Small motes are floating, blinking awake.Sift, overland, through a fine meshed sieveGrains, particles, sands, and some sins.Failures and pleasures with bright orange stains,Blossom and grow, flat on the plain.Atoms in water, humble-benign,Blue shadows dancing in human […]