Susan Scutti
the wind remains unseen
mute skies unfold as we dream
bloodless trains connect us to the mainland
these islands of machinery and mist
a taste for thrill impedes you
the show of masks and teeth
emptiness is your one intention
the way is lit by moon
Love the flow and tone of the poem.
Lots to contemplate here. Love the language.
Stripped down, compressed, dense. Enjoyed the relationships between words. Very nice Susan!