Trilobite

Trilobite is an arthropodologist's delight:
many bizarre creatures; no two alike.

blister packs of yolks

Ekaterina Derysheva

cascading on sound


while stillness persists


hovering


being stretched


on tent poles


butters a roof


arched by a tongue

stacking surroundings into a rubik’s cube


an enclosed sense of light

as inward perspective


[worn out waves intertwine into a string]


5.10.25


rippled steps cracked a watermelon rind

along the stripes of shadows


egg whites whip up a space

into unsubstantial meringues nourishing

in the oven of listening


[ear-th-quake]


surfaces glued with viscous elastic rain

become elevators


tiers of hummocks activate

a tremor mechanism


5.25.25


a pecked membrane

set entry points ajar


tickling turnstiles

rotating tissues

stained with unleashed thoughts


orange sections

cast rails to carry

discursive cargos

on a held breath


capsulated by temporality

as blister packs of yolks


to have become appropriated

by substance’s chart

attempting to retain consistency

as time disperses


incrusting


6.3.25


a crocheted chirping

being pulled with side-to-side swings

toward a phenomenon cave

mined by a looped hearing


[ongoing gem-sculpting]


a grinder handle revolves

calibrating chambers

into tennis balls of ingloos

warmed up by tender-breathed flints


an archive cascade

generates running lines

conjugating through whirlwind sockets

into a collage-fringed tail


[a sustainable fluid o-zero]


6.7-8.2025