Saturday, 18 November 2023

the more

enlightened we became
the closer we entered into thruth
the further we left our belongings 
the clearer we saw our death in materials 
death in mundane verbal equally 
and depicted cinematography. 
they knew more and became dull
and hiding their tears became too 
heavy.
so they left this place
unknowingly,  as a new-birthed 
eulogy.

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...