Friday, 3 January 2025

when the dust still settled

we were breaking walls with
eloping tears. filled with elephant skins,
just around the eyes.
the way he described me;
brought my bones backwards 
and the shattered are now,
purposefully stacked.
it no longer is me, you see.
i am the
lowercase i in
omniscience.

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...