I am upstaged by my window plant: alive off nothing /
Dead feet / used sheets / fungal mind / wild nothing
Over a moon I'll take blue light / over sunlight / I'm over
The hot prison city / streets I grind into nothing
Body like an overgrowth / bone like unturned stone /
Mossing over: / old paths / that arrive / at nothing
Then bleed / an epiphany / then discover / propagation /
Hunt my guts / close my eyes / see what / alights nothing
Controlled burning / excavation / lay my cuttings / in the earth /
Hear a dark green murmur of life / pray it survives nothing.
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lots of love 2 shezal for introducing me to this form !!!!
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Poetrydying by day ⋆.ೃ࿔*:・no. 4 in poetry 11.20.20 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:・ © VANGOHS, 2020