#mediatation
language —
transparent,
like dew, iris, cells,
when things were yet to be named, at the beginning
in the cradle of nothingness,
where darkness came first, before light,
before fire and earth,
Oceans, the favourite child, and the sky,
with her celestial, feathery friends, lazing on that hazy chasm;
from the horizon,
emerged forms and words
and poetry
Apr 26, 2021
Apr 26, 2021 at 3:10 PM UTC
I be
only capable
of seeing
that which
I put in my eye to look at
I create
as I look
and
I see what
I created
Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 3:02 PM UTC