in a language older than my soul i hear the roots speak
Tag: tanka
like a lost lover silence clings to brittle bones of branches
drifting disconnected winds rush amok this morning
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
madness is the pigeon who carries a letter without words
eyes like windows shatter before dawn as angels fall
tied a red thread to my tongue and spoke until my mouth was full of knots
crack open the earth and we’d all tumble in lost in dirt
our hands are mist separating the night and seas