Sunday, 22 March 2015

white forever clouds

proprietary calluses
demeaning my ribs and taking
over my subtle heartbeats; your
voiceless masters were breathing
heavy and my patterns are broken.
i am starting over in your capital
so become my fearless become one
with me fearless.
i am half broken and in between
eachother. i will never separate
this because it deserves to be held
by something even if for just this poem.
i will sacrifice her breathing of
white forever clouds upon
my tired shoulders
just so that she can wake up in

dreaming.

this will be my last poem

so that i remember. because before melted steel, there was hand-made, better, buttered words. we can decide if new spaces beneath me can qui...