precipitancy of qualia
I had conversations with the starving, and they ate my words.
Wide-eyed
Too common a courtesy
Tightened to my lips
Like a quiet turn
A tooth with two craters
Where I might hide
To deter my pain
A self embodied there
In one dark hole
And an intrusion
In the other.
Transplant me heavy on the shadow run, where sounds impose softness as a fertile strength; I am marred by this, enriched by the oppositions of integral spectrum; I surrender to become abstract.
May we never know truth but instead feel the momentum of what it means.
Wide-eyed
Too common a courtesy
Tightened to my lips
Like a quiet turn
A tooth with two craters
Where I might hide
To deter my pain
A self embodied there
In one dark hole
And an intrusion
In the other.
Transplant me heavy on the shadow run, where sounds impose softness as a fertile strength; I am marred by this, enriched by the oppositions of integral spectrum; I surrender to become abstract.
May we never know truth but instead feel the momentum of what it means.