Wednesday, 22 May 2019

Daze

Days spilt like wine in sand
Forgotten broken days that stain 
The earths days, sky spun skin Days 
Days held in chemical suspension 
Days draining from my complexion 
Days gone,  
split days,
 spent days days that cut me open
Days to come 
falling forevermore over the event horizon

Experience once

The flower cracks  the seed That grows the bud  And the smallest atomised grain blooms the maths of things  Joy love, fear and pain  the equ...