I think you were the view.
You gave these heights...
it’s not
quiet...
If fortune favours multi-rhythm words
By counting syllables amongst its boons...
on a cobbled street
the aroma of fresh bread...
the shadows chew through my appendages
and into bone, and i do not scream...
I thought the heat would
be suffocating today...
hold me in the palms of your hands
and shred me apart as if it were the first...
Within a darkness, beyond the sea
my friend and I, dog makes three...
On nights like this it's not that
I can't sleep...
Nothing concrete holds the past;
only the fake empathy...
I feel empty
Yet so full...
The fantasies broke
The dream is gone...