a small token of kindness [12th june 2022]
the night has its shadows, blue and grey; masked in apple's seeds, agony bathed.
stand in the route, be miserly in calmness; there is a devil shrouded in an eye's fountains.
drift like a white whale, amidst memories; from aches of cure to cures of fantasies.
transcend life from that present on fingertips, linger near bones, where art is kismet.
hollowed oranges, skins like lotuses; what we wear, we often throw.
a poet's backbone, a shark's tale; foam of taste buds lingering as fireflies in a throat.
mangoes, possums, bread and butter; a mouth of cicada symphonies, celestial dust.
watch the canary, year to year; dirt and snow emotions, cheeks of the earth.
shabby braids and cicada musings, burrowed sunsets and pastel bones.
metallic connections and feathered bangles, heads of spines and littered passages.
vines of grapes, of collectibles and peaches; pain of pollen, eclipsed sun and its eight witches.
foreign hands, hums of voices barren; silence heavy, storms and curtains.
blues of life and blues of disguises, shadows of night veiled by lanterns.
maps and strangers, shores and shells; rib for a rib, hunt for a hunt; what you had the courage to bring into this world must be allowed to live, dreams or ephialtes.
#adropofhumanity
(if you had the courage to dream of it, by no means do you lack the courage to live it)
