'Darkroom' by Erica Goss, with an interview about poetry and technology
In the spirit world backlit by old stars dreams sound like water falling we are inside and outside at the same time trays clack like old bones as faces rise from wet paper their deep cloudy eyes and conquered mouths appear between our hands lips and chins a blurry landscape touched with the faint light of a slow exposure switch off the red and exhale we stand on