catch my fall and watch as
i fail to release my air;
distance never pleases me.
lectican mornings capped with
forgotten tears and all i ever
saw was the black; all i ever see
is empty. spiralled frustrations
delegate my stapled eyes and
torn- apart magic figures me
away. we are altered in ways
that define our deformities and
pressed on to silk windows we
are an abstract us with more
than light.
