The way your frozen words slither around my bricks
Breathing has never been easier
The way your sinking laughter forces a curving crack across my enamel
And a landsliding tear rips across my tag
I dream of myself coated in your sublime
Somewhere along the way, I became a dreamer
Broken walls make me forget my truesight and throw me into flight
For a moment, your life grants boundless joy to mine
Before the lone droplet clears the hallucinogenic radiance
The embrace wakes me up and I am violently thrust outside
The softness of your words grazes my chipped corners
The clarity of your shrill laughter freezes me
A shivered pilgrim, I merely shrug off the unreachable warmth
What frozen words compare to my frozen world?
I hug my cracked walls, they still bear some of my identity
A frozen lattice, slowly become impenetrable
Yet seeping, all the same
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Rhythms From a Quarter Life
PoetryI will die the very moment this poetry collection is complete, not a moment more, not a moment less. Yet, what worries me is not death but never being able to complete this poetry collection. These are the rhythms resonating from a quarter-life.
