Effulgence
spawns on the transparent pons...
Only kids feel the suffocation,
adults are already suffocated...
Listen to the beat of the drums
That echo seductively as she dances...
Truth is relative.
Trust is cosmetic...
She was passing coastlessly across the coasts
when I saw her...
I journey beyond
the edges of sound...
it's not enough to write about the loneliness...
or conjure metaphors that will be accurate enough...
How imprisoning
our liberty seems when we've...
Give chance to healing
not to the wound, by being...
Before the stifling winds reach
the nape of my neck...
I never remember the nights
being this unbearably long...
A silent dance
behind the eyes...