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.

grieving greif

bountiful snow with stagnant silver wings and baby steps leaning us forward. i have been in this attic before and the leaks were distancing ...