Atlas

all these poems I have been posting recently I am going to compile into a collection and call it Atlas. the poems are about travelling through different places and seeing weird shit. most of the poems are erasure poems, meaning I grab another source and erase words from the source to create my own thing.


here is a short one. you can highlight it to see what it says underneath.

"Dive"

Yet the implicit danger of the sign seems to get washed away by the pristine, vivid-blue lake below, which from the vantage point of the rim 1,000 feet up, looks like a massive, rock-lined bathtub.

Researchers here are going deep into the giant volcanic hole with aquatic robots and highly sensitive sonar. The lake, formed by a massive eruption 7,700 years ago, is one of the world's purest bodies of fresh water and, at 1,932 feet, one of its deepest. Most interesting to scientists, it's had little mixing with the outside world--no feeder creeks, no rivers, just snowmelt and rainwater.

ok. there you go.