short nebula
Portal
Opal looking glass
- [ ] I see myself
Drinking in lily white tears
Juxtaposed fragmentation of happy lines and eye bags
- [ ] Wringing the tides flat
Upside down tulips
- [ ] Why are your tides so shallow
Find yourself between spaces
How every stanza creeps its head outside the page, waiting for, in every instance, a chance, every time the pen touches parchment, for shamed hands.
- [ ] Forefingers against the waters
A mirror between a writer and traitor
A Calligrapher in heist of the mind
Bellied breaths in every fogged rounded corner The ear-worm finds shelter
- [ ] Expecting warmth from a silhouette, are you?