just

just a dusted, tangled triangle, 

covered up with flags. 

i count on the love of fear

to tear them all apart; 

i needed to mend 

them like before. 

i am so free in you that i 

lost my ducts of clarity

oceans..my mini oceans

that were made just for me,

inside me by me.

i am no longer sorry

for an ocean, white and black.

an ocean so deep your temporary

arms were never ready to swim

through, just a surfaced, sunlit, conceited

platform for your contradicting art.

you never wanted to go deeper,

into the dark unknown depths of my tears,

so, i waved goodbye. waved bye. waved,

a wave so surfaced, you left before

the storm was over. 

new blacks and whites

i will escape you and ask

for time to disappear.

while you contextualize that empty space,

memorize this catastrophic silence.

we will re-collapse and then...

then we will know what was

true.