Jan
4
Within Sight of the Bloom
calamity is the whisper of a heart
still throbbing after all these many forgotten years
precarious, you might say
thinking of cavities
the sweetest being
the wettest
my monsoon thoughts elapse across perimeters
kinda like kissing a kat and the consequences thereof
what is right is whatever it is we ever do
I sing with the slightest voice so
you might not hear it
unless you lean into the breadth of it
and the whole sense of it
close enough to inhale
its slightly putrid breath
ecr. l'inf.
still throbbing after all these many forgotten years
precarious, you might say
thinking of cavities
the sweetest being
the wettest
my monsoon thoughts elapse across perimeters
kinda like kissing a kat and the consequences thereof
what is right is whatever it is we ever do
I sing with the slightest voice so
you might not hear it
unless you lean into the breadth of it
and the whole sense of it
close enough to inhale
its slightly putrid breath
ecr. l'inf.
