the fullstop is hidden in plain sight waiting to explode in your liver
Tag: tanka
seaweed run feral through the streets snapping at the heels of the sun
reflecting too many skies we collapsed into sleep
the autumn wind grinds its teeth snarling into poems
feet blessesd by the void and gone to war with the silence
a sound from the past buried in static can this infant mind comprehend the notion of fossilized noise
i inhale symbols i cannot decode and exhale questions
autumn dawn the silence shapes our steps and words
each dark wave carries an idea i’ve never had
only those who kneel will ever know the weight of the stars