Intwined but not mine An oaken bark has cackled, At the diamond lines Of delicates. For wilder ice Will bide, […]
Turn The Wind.
Dedicate An unsure path, To the cage That writes Another’s map.
Hour by the Glass.
Though we want it gone Glass is blade that shattered By the faith of innocence At hour’s dawn.
The Diversion Expectation.
Performance was as screen, A purposed lie Projecting honestly that truth, Could not return In turn Without exiting Denied.
Untitled Note.
That I was irrelevant, To me and that is All I could breathe Or see. And then a rain, A […]
Outline on online.
Present in that mixing matter, Buried among the everywhere And multiplying, Is you But you are nowhere To me too.
Family Portrait.
I was an angry ghost Because they killed me Before I was dead.
The Emperor’s Justice.
As still divided At the roots, That one is To be centered, And the other Dealt with boots.
A Corporeal Competition.
Aggressive suffering embodies A writhing global jungle, Of gardens and dirt overturned; As in ambiguity of the tangle Becomes a […]
Fateful Faith was not Fair.
Fate that a whole, Inside a hole Will not behave, Without knots Spun Begun The fallacy that made A hole […]
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