Break me with the soft blinding streaks of your words

Break me with the soft blinding streaks of your words The ill-chosen bursts breaking the calculating filtering Of distances meant to block in cold concrete The lapses bridging two masked souls So that their make-up and get-up will not be ripped apart In the nakedness of moving, shifting pixels. But such is happiness: Claws of […]

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Trees–they always changeAs do mountains far awayBut in every moveI stay close to being sameLike the earth travelling time. When will the rain come?When will snow sweep through my door?The skies hot and coldAre still one in their weepingLike us today travelling. It is dust I breatheNot the love songs of the treesNo, it brings […]