Shroom Beach

Anthony Conover

the answers were sea-born.
true knowledge sensitive
to fluid movement—
something about the
evolution of a tide
intrinsic to the construction
of a wingspan.

pallid as a shell in a
cobalt flux,
clarity is a
divine particle lifted towards
nameless gashes of night,
flashing upon your dreams.

don’t let it’s alien caress
jar you from fruition.
cling to that uprising.
grasp, gilded, to your
rightful name.

it’s as easy as
clenching a fist
with purpose.