"inlaced" poems
This time last year you had dreads.
Such a labyrinth of biology tied by sweat, salt, and blood.
Laced up in a fashion of infirmity,
held together by fleeting desires.
Promises keep us floating.
Like the oxygen inlaced in driftwood.
We're densities, varying.
Fragile like a molecule, but as durable as atom.
At the mercy of magnetism.
Vibrating deep from the core.
While waiting modestly for…
nature to carry us home.
Follow the coastline.
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 12:50 AM UTC