© Mike Yost
Tag Archive for ‘glass’
Color Cornered
© Mike Yost
A Dance of Glass
© Mike Yost
Fractured Fulcrum
© Mike Yost
Warped Reality
© Mike Yost
A City behind Glass
© Mike Yost
Reflecting Reflected Light
© Mike Yost
Burning Beneath Glass
© Mike Yost
Loom
© Mike Yost
Beneath the Surface of Things
© Mike Yost
Z?
© Mike Yost
Beneath the Glass
© Mike Yost
Glass Sky
© Mike Yost
Rise
© Mike Yost
Curved Light
© Mike Yost
Building Askew
© Mike Yost
Glass Dome
© Mike Yost
Glass as the Canvas
© Mike Yost
Cloud City
© Mike Yost
The Narrow Gate
Photograph copyright Mike Yost 2017
Ablaze
Photograph copyright Mike Yost 2017
Black Box
And this powerful mind
Framed within a black box of our own creation
Reflecting only upon all that exists outside a glass canopy
Never turning that attention inward
Behind the glass
Behind the engine of consciousness
To dwell on the absurdity of a thought
A memory without weight
Pulling ideas through time
To be aware of such mental machinations
To be bewildered at the awe of thinking itself
Gossamer strings vibrating memories into existence
Vibrating me into existence
Out of vacuity
The very idea of self, emerges
All locked behind our weary eyes
Sunk deep into a black box
Of our own creation
Photograph and Prose copyright Mike Yost 2017
Mirage
“All this pain is an illusion,” Maynard sings
I slam my head back and forth
Desperately hammering those words into my skull
As pain sinks its sharp teeth deeper into my chest
It’s all a lie
I hear
Even the truth is a lie
No way to really know
We float helplessly in nothingness
Embracing lies to survive
Teeth and claws break apart my rib cage
The loud crack smacking my ears
I watch my heart, torn away in an arc of liquid red
Now pounding within its jaws, dripping
I bleed eternally into the thirsty dust
The illusion feels too real tonight
To cope
To see the truth of my existence
Swallowed by suffering
I see eyes glowing yellow in the dark
Hovering just above a wide, red smile
Glass Boxes
Glass Boxes
Contain cognition
Within obsidian walls
Obsidian minds
Shatter into shards
Mere commodities
Screaming quietly behind
Glass Boxes
Photograph and Prose copyright Mike Yost 2017
A Sunny Disposition
“close your eyes and let it go
breathe in the space before you were born”
—YOB
Photograph copyright Mike Yost 2017