Three poems fell out of me
and no one is more surprised
than me
where and were
they came from,
they always inside of me,
waiting for a releasing, will they
exist for ever, like a defined invisible
but very much there, star of the night sky?
are you an an astronomer studying me?
Yay! tell me all you see,
what you perceive,
this is us all very exciting,
and this excitement is now my face,
your first glimpse of my noun,
my human presence dotted on
the sea, this sea, that I have never
sean, for you cannot sea your
reflection
in bodies of
salt water
Feb 1, 2025
Feb 1, 2025 at 7:03 AM UTC
Three poems fell out of me
and no one is more surprised
than me
where and were
they came from,
they always inside of me,
waiting for a releasing, will they
exist for ever, like a defined invisible
but very much there, star of the night sky?
are you an an astronomer studying me?
Yay! tell me all you see,
what you perceive,
this is us all very exciting,
and this excitement is now my face,
your first glimpse of my noun,
my human presence dotted on
the sea, this sea, that I have never
sean, for you cannot sea your
reflection
in bodies of
salt water
