Building contrasts
between the holes
shaped by fists
through wall cracks
to finger holes
in my knitted jumper-
I feel hole-punched by
layers and sediments,
each blend of fibre
becomes microscopic
to a solid form, or
a strangled kite:
Do you know how
a kite flies without
breath? It makes
sail in the earth,
depths in oceans,
drowns in vacuums.
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 3:20 AM UTC
Building contrasts
between the holes
shaped by fists
through wall cracks
to finger holes
in my knitted jumper-
I feel hole-punched by
layers and sediments,
each blend of fibre
becomes microscopic
to a solid form, or
a strangled kite:
Do you know how
a kite flies without
breath? It makes
sail in the earth,
depths in oceans,
drowns in vacuums.
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