2014-2015, Poem

Comatose Visions in the Endless Oblivion

Featured in the 2014 Fall Issue of Rambunctious

Comatose Visions in the Endless Oblivion
Colin Howe, '16

Mountains are prettiest in the mist, when locks of the sky
Float in on the wind like a long kiss goodbye

Obscuring the trees, as fog on a lens
And breaking my vision with glass shattering zen

I gaze over the edge, and see the divine
Hours and miles of unbroken white lines

Shadows shift with the gusts, run with the time
I swear I see faces brought forth from my mind:

I see people and places beyond the knife of description
Things in which mortals have no conjuring diction

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