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as music the fills hall-less, drifting assembly
of
[]ears

seeking, ever skyward, a pedestal to
****
from

demigods and demagogues.hum.with  the
white-hot vibration of
          erasure

needing to sting
like needing to
***;

needing to *** like
needing
   bread;

dis mantling   the
lapis-dark
shawl of the
           night

in search of
   the
hubris
    of
  other .

May 2023 Mote

Got Little

May 2023 Mote

Satsih Verma

Got Little

Now my needs are few.
I think in my mother tongue, that I will
give my broken body a torn note.

In my loneliness I call truth.
Where lies the shrine of an immortal?
After all, death was taking revenge.

On white paper I want
to write the history of demolition of the truth,
so that the sun behaves like a slave.

#life

Jan 2023 Mote

Untitled

Jan 2023 Mote

kfaye

Untitled

said Odysseus, “i was meant to be a
sailor.”

Nov 2022 Mote

Joseph

Nov 2022 Mote

sofolo

Joseph

I watched you cross the veil. Fur-shaking raindrops on the scene. Like a king. Pole leaning and beckoning me into your spell. Boots scuffed from a reckoning. You are a pillar of salt and I am evaporating. We don’t talk. We sing. What an epiphany. Then nothing. Until QDP. All consuming reverie. Head on chest poetry. Legs entwined in the sunrise with Jessie. Doorframe kissing. This is everything. May it all rest in peace.