You found it meandering
I walked it alone.
You said the Phoenix rises
I am stuck in the stone.
A common bird —
With two wings,
now
Tinged
That same old color
of the rock burnt out
of absence
of nothing —
of silence.
Jul 12, 2025
Jul 12, 2025 at 7:27 PM UTC
You found it meandering
I walked it alone.
You said the Phoenix rises
I am stuck in the stone.
A common bird —
With two wings,
now
Tinged
That same old color
of the rock burnt out
of absence
of nothing —
of silence.
for a critic
