Now you’ve no excuse, it’s time to love. Stuck in isolation, what have you been binge-watching, and was it each other? Perhaps the truest form of forgiveness is one’s final condemnation, the chance to assume the next reincarnation. You have been sentenced to death, my love—only now will you open your arms?
RHYTHM OF LIGHT
I am walking away from all of this
This unit of light
Words without any tongues
Mountains without climbers
Despair without consciousnesses
The rhythm of light
Chases each heartbeat out of its well
Of profusion
Where do tear ducts go if they don’t release
Nutrients of melancholy
Where do my purse sleep if I leave it
For the policeman of consumption
To keep it awake
Night and day
I am walking away from the sun
Teaching her that the tongue isn’t
An instrument of rebirth
But a way in without a way out
Yesterday the sun is forced to wear
A facemask made of cumulus clouds
A way for authors to hide her boobs amongst her books
A way for a brook to stop singing her way into an ocean
I am a heartache amongst ruins
Throw stones at me
Open this drain inside
When her mask is removed, like me and you,
The sun is capable of giving radiation
If only to terror & despair
Instead of my little brother whom I love
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