Blooming Iris
Austin Seegers, Carson Mays, Greg Markus, Ryan Quarles
I’ve found the tier that mirrors myself
No roping restrainment of promised hope
A vessel alone and happy to be
No more masks, mother modernity
Blooms of Iris paint the void
Pigments I choose from promised choice
No more steps in broken glass
No more breaths beneath the bath
That burns the bodies of my friends
And their constant opinions
I have found my horizons
And their own hindrances
Without the bloody hands of
History’s constituents.
Time will run
You will slow
Dance my friend
You are alone.
