
we woke up too early
will it be too late
i know you know more than i know
so
how do you not see me coming?
intentions, growing
water flows
there’s no intent to kill
seas will drown us just the same
o baby, rising tides bring closer
retention of former, repent for latter
summertime positions feel poisoned
in this dawning air
beg, or begot, begin.
Insipid fair weather targets
find us lacking once again.
o baby, darkest winter coming
wood pile bereft,
this fire has burned far too long
archaic pain cuneiforms testify
how stories die
another stone tablet broken
upon shores of empty diatribe
there’s intention for sublimation
a cold so low we freeze
from the inside out
i see frost in your breath
i would laugh if i could breathe
rivers flow, there is no invention
that can possibly save us
this time ’round
fractal maths seen in corners,
out of coroner’s eye
singular point where lines meet.
stop, continuous illusion of motion
weaving dimensions into ceaseless falling
all back to the places
Of no return
we’ve been in this EVENT
on horizons of blood and faith
who among us wields this knife
operating on a tumor that has corrupted
rumor abrupted, indolent
night is falling, fanged winter arrive
i taste frost on your breath
running will get you nowhere
not this time, not in this way
we came to early
it is too late
there was never nothing
noted, denoted, done
ark buried in mountain
cannot save us now
return, intending intention
intent is what will kill
all that we know
shadow, burrow, and I follow
you drown, lying
in the tides.
you always said you would be first
lowing frost will catch me my death
it is eventual.
So good to see your words my dear friend!
“another stone tablet broken
upon shores of empty diatribe”
Preach.
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Thank you Christine is been a long time. We need to catch up
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We do indeed
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Always a delight to read your work.
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Thank you Devika
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Missed this ❤️
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Thanks EC, missed you too🙏❤️
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