Inside the eyelids, all at once i
own the infinity.
When i didn’t sleep, i just
let my eyes fall…
only to watch them: color molecules
and flares
while i could never put names to any! As if they’re
no different from the primitive
syllables locked away in the Arctic
Damn. What kept these things to flicker?
A raindrop…
right here on the bridge of my nose. Soft as
a hangman’s fairytale kiss.
I didn’t wake up. Not even for the battalions going blitz on me
Lovely pill-popper (pop I);
virginal
capsules that could jump me to furthest cosmos (bob I)
but I lay here on this bench. And sleep couldn’t fill me like death…
Then I figured. somehow. The Flares.
primitive ghosts scraping through
my unprivileged
corpse.
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Damn.
I love the way you weave your poems together.
Another gripping piece that engulfed me into the deep nexus of it’s emotion.
Tfs your beautifully creative mind with us.
Dope!
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