"anxietyof" poems
Breathing Seed If I was here
Sprouting acres If I was Worldly Deed If ISetting Tracers IfShouting Chords IClanging Mashing ExistedWitching Hour Would you be hereTidal Power Would you beMicrophonic Would youHibernating the meaning WouldSweeping away hopes The world standWhen faces light Stand on it's ownIn dawning moon Shoulders Eclipse tune Would the skyAnd anamnesis swoons Fall as pieces ofSupple tower Puzzles onto theRiddled hands Floor, anxietyOf lovers on frosted steam Swims currentsEmpire grounded down to wire Through theSpiral Staircase Myth that isRounds chambers Me and youOf mindful states And all ofStable gates Us we are lostRelease all fate In the earth
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 12:21 AM UTC