Saturday, 2 January 2016

Peace

my one truth synopsis regards
my soul as one severed piece;
from where we left each other
and from where we found
this peace. folded intentions
were written here before
and tomorrow's patron 
dances free and surrendered.
we are taking lives beneath our
now.


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...