I once decapitated my
thoughts as I watched
the syllables each roll
The words were bleeding
seemingly fast, then but
a drizzle on white cloth.
My insistent meanings
dried on synthetic weavings
and each was read in time.
I was once not of the body
singular apart from each
feelings but all are joined.
I am apart of two meanings,
that even though isolated are
a merging of both now one.
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 4:21 PM UTC
I once decapitated my
thoughts as I watched
the syllables each roll
The words were bleeding
seemingly fast, then but
a drizzle on white cloth.
My insistent meanings
dried on synthetic weavings
and each was read in time.
I was once not of the body
singular apart from each
feelings but all are joined.
I am apart of two meanings,
that even though isolated are
a merging of both now one.
