Borderland Lullaby
Jesse Miksic
Forthright child,
take the landscape into yourself,
run fingers along the
contours of a haptic geography
The ambience that has
dissolved into omniscience
still remembers, still points
back to the point that
emanated it —
The night
is not so simple,
is it? Always diffuse,
a diffusion of the medium.
The gap between stars
has no index, being
the same as the penumbra
in every interior, including
The dim friction between
your bones —
please be
tender, smother the universe
mercifully, because,
Earnest elver, you have the
unsimple night, and
Gentle
loves an absence.
Jesse Miksic is an artist, graphic designer, and writer living in the suburbs of Philadelphia. Recent placements include Dear Reader, Storms Journal, Black Bough Poetry, and Schuylkill Valley Journal. He can be found at @miksimum on Twitter and Instagram, or www.miksimum.com