dark thinking (impressionist poem)
in the dark
dark part art dart
thinking
it’s cold
the curtains are breathing
there are no
no roam foam loam of my
heart
where is my heart
are you sleeping
was your day too long
are your people safe
mine are
bleeding reeling trying to believe can’t not
future you are the future
f-f-f-feather future or
none
when was the last time
you thought
curtains are breathing
of me
what is real
anything nothing
maybe an aberration is everything
day glare in your eyes melt
hope in your hand in
my heart i tell myself
we are together when we hurt
we do not hurt alone
what is real what is
what
alone