slipped glyph.
this and that; wracked
in some silly, heady
packrat skyscraper
of leaning light.
then's flicker of vague regret hangs around, because life.
because letting go is never really, ever, fully possible.
misremembrance -now- retracing my..
*it was
as though
you had written,
signed and
sealed those
few words
themselves,
with your own
blood and bone*
and yet i
can-
not recognize
my own
penmanship
anymore,
nor this, here,
outstretched hand.
howamievenhere?
*because a winged thing, other,
has this history
by the tail,
and your thoughts are not your own*
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 5:15 PM UTC
slipped glyph.
this and that; wracked
in some silly, heady
packrat skyscraper
of leaning light.
then's flicker of vague regret hangs around, because life.
because letting go is never really, ever, fully possible.
misremembrance -now- retracing my..
*it was
as though
you had written,
signed and
sealed those
few words
themselves,
with your own
blood and bone*
and yet i
can-
not recognize
my own
penmanship
anymore,
nor this, here,
outstretched hand.
howamievenhere?
*because a winged thing, other,
has this history
by the tail,
and your thoughts are not your own*
dm micklow
