Sarah St Vincent Welch #116 strange frames iv

no edge

if my frames are lifted

broken or

lost

not just the edge

recedes, as peripheries

float in

all definitions too,

my refraction my

astigmatism, makes

all; object, creature,

colour, shape

merge and touch

lovingly

solidity swimming

in a memory

of touch of

what is likely, the

problem, if unlikely,

what to make of this –
a guess is the best