In this yard
the edges skirmish
a mirage of shadows
impossible black
he says
'the cold is in my eye'
i feel it too
the wind
like a dry tear
smeared
bleak as dirty ice
cold as drowned wonder
I am my
never-sister's
inversion
always running
up-side-down
through the push
and scrub
of brown earth.
surprising
earth worms
the colours
of Mars
through the
bedroom window
Thanks. It was an attempt to step away from my attachment to having other people understand exactly what I am saying. But it turns out I don’t understand it either. 😂😂. So other than an enjoyment of language, I am not sure of its value. It does sort of express a darkness.
some lovely and surprising images here —
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Thanks. It was an attempt to step away from my attachment to having other people understand exactly what I am saying. But it turns out I don’t understand it either. 😂😂. So other than an enjoyment of language, I am not sure of its value. It does sort of express a darkness.
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I didn’t understand it all but figured, hey! that might be me but I loved individual lines; my favorite, ‘the edges skirmish’ —
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