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||10//10//2024||

 

i am

quiet 

now

, the walls

they softly

lull

, i sit

idle

, i sit

ill

, i sit

in contraptions

that will

hold 

themselves

still

no

longer

, i am 

still

on the 

road

, carrying

trinkets

as i 

go

, sick

from the

radiated

meat

, sucking

the life

out of the

theatre

, who am

i to 

be

in this

.theatre.

of 

.war.

sun days

turn barren

, wastelands

turn to

sea

, rocks

are slowly

bashed

to sands

, and we are

no.different

. turn

this tide

around

and

watch 

the flames

dance

as they

kiss

the coastline

, forget me

on the breeze

, let me 

be carried

resolutely

away

, find

peace

dangling 

from the

highest  

mountain

, on the 

furthest

tree

. i will not

be

today.

​​​

​

​

//12//09//2024//

​

;

allow the

wind to

turn

and

let 

the moon

embrace

the shore

,

let it carry water

and

.leave it

quayside

, let it

observe

the quiet of

the sundays

and the

patience

of the rain.

;

let me love

without trembling,

without withholding,

without a refuge,

without a force,

or a silence

,,,

​​​​

​

​

//28//08//2024//

 

everything 

happens 

at 

the bottom

.

nothing 

happens 

everywhere

else

.

 

i saw it

, once 

: everything 

down there 

, a thousand colours

, colliding

; a wind

that never ceases 

its breath

; an orchestra 

, continually

, playing

the cycles of 

.the.world.

 

everything 

happens 

at 

the bottom

.

nothing 

happens 

everywhere

else

.

 

the universe 

is a pool

that holds

.life.

only in 

its deepest

trenches

; hides 

its riches

from the dwellers

of 

.the.surface.

; keeps secrets

embalmed

in histories

or rocks

and soil

, where lines 

.break.down.

and turn

.to.dust.

or

.silent.matter.

; we tell

time 

from tilted

clocks

, only 

its base

ever knows

.the.truth.

;

 

everything 

happens

at

the bottom

.

nothing 

happens 

everywhere

else

.

​

​

​

 

//26//08//2024//

 

i am riveted,

; attached to this chair,

limbs turn to 

.grass.stalks.

, creature of the night

sent running by the daylight

; please

, drink my apology

and accept

my resignation,

:i could: build you

.seven. .roads.

leading: nowhere

,the scale of this

.facade.

is palpable in

that fucking grin

on your face

: do you not

know

that this life

is 

.living. and 

.dying.

: is gasping

for breath

as i’m trying

to write

this

: do you feel us

tying our feet

to our own

destruction,

to watch if we

float

: would you destruct me

if i asked you to,.,.

reassemble me

into a lead

pipe,.,.

scrap me for parts

, leave the soul

to the seagulls

: maybe today

will bring

the death

of us

all.

​

​​

​​

//09//08//2024//

 

move me like

a droplet with

a soft underbelly
, i am weary of

my time on soil

, soak me in the sands

and let me drench

[ a  desert ]

 

i will return

, recede

, make a memory 

of you

, silk strands

flowing in

[ a  mountain  stream ]

 

i will 

leave you

in a north

, send signals

through the sky

, be as 

[ smoke,  mirrors ]

 

[ the  immaterial  stretched  to  such  exact  dimensions ]
[ ,  that  none  involved  could  plausibly  deny  its  tangibility ]

​

​​

​​

//08//08//2024//

 

stars, magic mirror;

a hill, reflecting

a fading sky,

the world, veering;

me,, sitting,
off,, out of town,

up to no good,,

exploring the fullness of

life outside my

island.

 

coming home to a place

that is

breaking, a sky

cradling the last

shards of a life that

once lived

there,
i find myself

on a planet,
lunging,,

pale blue dot,
grasping,,

begging to be touched,,
friends breathing warmly,

closeby, just under the

skin, under the same

sky;

 

you look like

a future i would

want to 

have, i think silently

;or something to hold

;or i know i can’t hold

water in my

hands, but i will

surely end up

trying,, this camp will

try me on

for size

and i know i’ll
end up

smiling, 

balancing matchsticks 

on my fingertips 

and watching

the flames

dance

;

today, i join in the dancing.

i leave my island for

what it will be;

i am sheltered by

everyday acts of kindness

and well-brewed teas,

;

every morning i will

open like a lily

and hold you all

close.

;

i will love, fearlessly,

move without remorse,

and thank the sun for

bearing fruits

and growing

corn,

;

whisper prayers to
my breath
for continuing 

to hold

my body

;

today

i will

make 

peace

.

​

​

​

//06//03//2024//

 

walking in

a forest

;i think

of

all things

that made

all

other

things

 

;that is

too much

to think

about

,i thought

carefully 

placing 

my feet

i n  b e t w e e n 

the spaces

of

.the leaves.

 

(

i suppose

we never

really 

were

alone.

)

 

i hang

chimes

from .branches.

and ask

the wind

to play 

them

,every so

often,

she

answers 

,

tickles

space

around

my ears

 

we walk

 

together,

sleep

at nights,

and do not 

cry

,

as one of

many things

,

with 

hands

like 

dried grass

,

grasping

at roots

of answers

.slipping.

.away.

,

as one of

many things

,

with 

feet like

tree roots

,

walking

 

i sleep

at nights

and the 

future 

keeps

her quiet

,

 

in turn

i keep

my peace

,

an agreement

reached

times

ago

;in

places

that pass

with

 

no 

name

.

 

we walk

together

and speak

only 

in riddles

or notes 

passed

under

a dinner

table

,

or

the cradle

of

a canopy

 

we walk

without

crying

, without 

mercy

, without

looking

back

.

 

we walk

and i

don't

feel

,

,

,

alone

.

​

​​

​

//26//02//2024//

//on nightfall//

 

some nights,

the air 

is soft

,refrains from

moving,

;particles

carefully placed

,take 

refuge 

in

a stillness

;that is not

theirs

;that is

so

.comforting.

.

 

i have sat

quietly

for 

three days;

,i could

for

a

while

longer,

;the length

of 

time

b e t w e e n

two specks

of

..dust

,on opposing 

sides

of 

a.flat.place
 

some nights,

the air 

is soft,

,refrains from

moving.

.i look

for things

,touching twilight

with fingertips

that have

forgotten

how to

_hold_

 

;i have

forgotten

how to

_hold_

,the length

of time

b e t w e e n

_a mother_

and

_a child_

;the distance

b e t w e e n

a stranger

and 

himself

 

i look 

for things

and

cannot

.keep.

them,

in

a night

that lasts

an age

,

​

​

​

//10//12//2023//

​

i remember 

you,

speaking,,,

;you stayed

quiet.

 

there

is

a 

silent

 

residue

in

.a room.

 

you left

.this room.

a long

time

ago

;i still

cling

to

a wisp

of cloud

;a memory 

of 

a flavour

,forgotten//

 

//dust 

in the 

corner 

of 

.this room.

 

i wish

i was

in 

.a room.

where

you were

being

 

where did

all

of

you

go

 

i never

allow 

myself

to think 

of you

longer than

the water

in 

.a sink.

 

.i float.

on fragments

of liquid

that

were

never 

warm

,were

always

,,moving

 

i

address 

you

in

.a room.

that

is 

crumbling

under

the weight

of 

capital

 

why

do 

the banks

and

the government

take

money

from

.a room.

 

i just 

want

.some room.

and

a mouth,

talking

,back,

;the back

of 

.a hand.

;the

thought

of

.a body.

 

i don’t need much 

except

all 

of 

you

 

you

are 

nothing

in

.this room.

 

you

are 

no

thing

in

.this room.

 

i am

lost

on a 

small

surface

;the dust

betrayed 

me

;the curtains

are silent

;the closet

is 

out of

tune.

 

.this room.

is sold

for auction

;stripped 

for parts

 

i will

only

ever

give you

:parts:

;i will

yield

no ground

to 

.a stranger.

 

i will

give you

nothing

except 

.a room.

 

i will

give you

nothing

except 

.a room.

 

i can

give

you

no thing

,

excepting 

.a room.

 

give

me

.some room.

 

i shall

give you 

exceptions 

 

i will 

 

give

 

nothing 

 

.a room.

i will-

​