Wednesday, 1 November 2017

some kind of new darks

longer than expected i glorify
in your distance and
hide through the black new
where delusional mermaids
sing across their ambient
blue ribs and course multiplied
hair falls.


i will turn to water and
vocabulary's lovers will
define my eyes in ruins and
perfect omniscience.


i will become golden
in your dessert
and manifest this dream
into white paper and
unspoken calligraphy.


granted avalanche

when we arrived  the amulet was damaged and  broke the moments erased. the moment you get out of that. it has left our warped feeling of wha...