The mirror by Zac Dunn

This perilous path

Touching eager tender steps

Downward to the unimaginable

Place of bliss and oblivion

How many pieces must we cast

To build the mountain

Tall enough to fill the expanse

So hungry to feed its own purpose

What flavor or fragrance

What cuvée or crü

What cask or coastal breeze

What hands so humble to pluck

Mighty silent monoliths

Casting their judgment and glare

As we gaze back

Seeing only ourselves in the liquid

Noble rot exalted

To light in extension

Color ways

Less incandescently employed

Facing

The mirror

Zac Dunn is a psycho-social mechanic, father, musician and dreamer. Check out his music and follow him on Twitter and Instagram.

Check out Zac’s Feb Birdy install, The Stars In Our Middle, or head to our Explore section to see more of his work.