each note a question and a world crumbles under the weight of that question
Tag: art
a universe built from paper and each fold blacking out a sun
a canvas undone by the artist’s gaze the world vanishes from fingertips
how kind of the autumn lightning to light a cigar
ghosts in the jar pickled with forgotten conversations
madness is the pigeon who carries a letter without words
eyes like windows shatter before dawn as angels fall
the earth listens and remembers those who fought bled and fled from the great unmaking
my veins are rivers leading demons far from the oasis of humanity
tied a red thread to my tongue and spoke until my mouth was full of knots
