Possible futures and multiple observers.
from a simple foundation unfurled a universe
a context of wet sands
the broken and the menders
the fates have spoken / so that’s all
you try not looking despite your curiosity
try to otherwise
What hierarchy / suggests / your impending / fruitions?
because all people everywhere / know that knowing causes / the greatest sorrow
to me you are / dark sky moon / you are too bright to fully consume / oh you pull at me / through & thru
It’s just a matter / of how many layers / of “me” you release
what good / is the awe / of stars / if we see / only that / we are / worlds apart?
Sick / Sick / Sick / Sick / Sick
who cares / what thinking / matters when making / matters most?
and / looking / to the sky / w/ / a b / -reath / of supremely / real / air
As darkness / inclines itself toward / the stars / There will be a / breath of air / That will become / the exhale of our united sigh
the more you wait / the more you drown in time // so just smile
Ouch / oo / eh / Oww
poor books, / I will pick you / up off the carpet / one day
This writing is less the craft heavy and prosody poised work that keeps process hidden behind closed doors of the poet’s writing studio and their intellectual hesitance, and more the freestyle, live over home-made beats push for moments of flow.