I reel in a scent of brine,
for a spell of time, and time again...
Every time I go out at night
I look up at the sky above...
Though I cannot even call you friend,
I have read your words time and again...
The Continuation of Wings
The bird finds no end in its wings...
You will never find your soulmate
by shopping through windows...
On the branches of silence
a red finch rests...
Where is that kind home,
softly known...
I promised myself.
I promised you, in a way...
I. Waking Up
it is this heavy weight i cannot shake...
Every window has been shut against me,
every door...
Do not bend another’s shape,
for truth walks only...
No one ever reaches justice
unless they discover it...