Black Atlas
written by: James Gabriel
@James_Gabriel1
obsidian paper etched
with lines of brass
lead me to
the underworld
sword and shield
laid down
I board the raft
oar in hand
past the blackbirds
the dead leaves
lay upon on a still
river dry and floating
branches on both
sides of the
shore give no
quarter or caesura
flies fill my
mouth choking me
as the cloud
rides a warm wind
the black atlas
has many pages
in dead languages
leading all that decipher
its design to
the same place
light vanishes
and sound sinks
to the murky deep
Born and raised in Los Angeles, California. James Gabriel is new to poetry. Inspired by the small moments in life that add up to who we are as people.
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