distracted distance. feathers ripped
from our first truthful soil.
in our human sun, we deny the
omniscience of unbalanced eye
glares. feminine power was killed
and the violence
suites me.
because i am the poet
you
tried
to
hush.
preferred idle eyes
started creating paperback tears out of idle pen hands, and look where it took us. i've encountered space between us but I've blur...
