Tag: poem

crossing border of bedsheets to your side

shuteye moment just belonging somewhere

and to the old gods we say enough done goodbye

gravity drags patch of hair to the damp floor

crawl from bed to landscape first light

the quiet in the train humans reflecting

wind blades rip the dark to shreds

perhaps we were given this skin to bear burden

serenade the corridor plants in songs

.contain.with calm/ the sundown- calamity;