The west wind
whistle through the bamboos
A sharp stars
look through us
A memory of you
echos in the system
like truth;
it goes through us
Aug 20, 2019
Aug 20, 2019 at 9:18 AM UTC
Till I am right
and you are wrong
a sense
in me
and above me
in you
and above you
binds us
to reason.
Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 6:33 AM UTC
an unknown form
it must have came in,
in dark
like winter wind
a long squeak inside
deepens in skull and bones
an unsettling silence
trailed
till the dark
Aug 18, 2019
Aug 18, 2019 at 10:42 AM UTC
You can beg her all night,
the deal seldom goes smooth.
After a million doses of poison-lies,
she might give you an epsilon truth.
Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 12:59 PM UTC