It was with a cruel flickering that a hunch lurched itself into my brain it would stalk my footsteps as I receded away from the monsoon that made itself heard with a thud as the lines wound tighter on my face I ran on impulse running through the empty streets looking for a place to let this kinetic energy out with a sigh
Is this alchemy or are we just fools? Looking for silver lines where there is no gold Is a clod of earth just dirt to us? Something to cleanse away as if we didn’t come from the dust that we will return to one day
I am too small and the world much too big put me in a house made from books instead of bricks leaving everything to the imagination with broken spines as a sign of worlds well lived don’t leave me here constrained in this broken body in bits and the mind inside that is folded a million times to fit I can’t hold myself together alone untethered in this storm like a flag surrendering in the wind comfort me with silk weaved wit and imagery feed this insatiable hunger for something to lift me from this black, black hole don’t let me fall back to dust all alone.
I cannot reach you the shimmering mirage of my dreams undone there was no triumph in the sigh that escaped my lungs but all these moments that reveal we had made death in our image and I would be damned if I did not quiver at what we’ve become