Jan 04, 2021 12:27
there are rattling cages in the depths of this dark
imperceptive struggle to keep going...
from behind the masks
just below the surface with eyes clenched
a solitary transcendental recognition
sparks the slightest nobility
just
enough
to inhale
just one breath
it is as if lidless
π (pi) ku
.
poem,
coiled grunt,
heal the world,
dead can dance