Tag: tanka

autumn evening does your voice rage at the world

the machine prompts and the flesh answers with naivety

words will be words you can start by eating your bombs

spiralling as we question the worth of this flesh

in the quantum sense it is impossible to be still

every point of significance in spacetime referenced to each drop of rain

what the flesh dreams the reality becomes

all roads lead to the eternal drizzle

rabbit holes have bottoms but the overthinking nature of some are pretty endless