"norths" poems
The soaking ink
The doppler-shifted music
The refracting light
The gravity pulls
The magnetic-norths repel
The sticky vacuum ether
A falling stone
A drifting feather
A stationary wind
A silent name
A population disinterested
A common, universal secret
The sharp middle
The undulating plane
The slowly rising soil
Sensation and intuition
Without and within
Together in massive isolation.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 10:15 PM UTC
*she loved spaces
like fishes hated aquariums
and birds despised cages;
you will see it in her paintings
and writings
and eyes,
because she's always
somewhere else
right now.
but she hated spaces
like the moon loved the sun,
and norths wanting each other,
because she's far too deep
in her own thoughts,
that when she
needed saving,
there was no one;
she drowned.*
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 7:57 AM UTC