Writings #1

The blue thin line of hindrance
and stillness beyond the sea
of multiple darkness(es)
Stall in the hall of fame
like a hunchback
but tall and thin
and of nowhere
still speak to
and with
me
like
the house
full of drawers
the multiple dimensions
from which one came from
always a delight and a dream
or nightmares in the hours of unknown
off-work time on and on and on
and i merely breathe
with two tiny
black holes
to the left
of my
nostril
invisible to
the naked eyes
and occasionally
between the thick lips
Butchering anything
that comes
my way
slowly
but
suspending
like witches in
mid air or hares
in slow motion
and anything
that makes
believe
such as
wilderness
or 16:9 wide vision
such as the gentle nights
and that good night
that I am trying
hard not
to go
into

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2:01 am (21 hours ago)

No chain
has you
hope am eyes
run in joy
to feel my pain
and touch away
a path still green

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