words create worlds
Confined, a part of infinite yet finite in a form, osmotic cosmos only our hearts would know while our limbs, our thoughts and feelings- designed by numbers, equations, laws of ancient pasts remain contingent on the lowest light. What would it take to exit from the loop? Cutting the cord, renouncing a body pinned on the
To tear existence To smash it To wrest it from still opaque infinity. Dreams of the end at the beginning of our life imprinted by a singular purpose: To break existence into bits of eternity. You told me to tear away from myself, from aging roots and clustered fears encrypted pains walled in my spirit.
Before you spoke A sparkling flash exploded into petals right in the middle of your yellow eyes- black holes, the multiverse’s doors unlocked the spiraling allure, absorbed my light into the nothingness of life. Arising from unknown altars the silky petals touched my blooming soul. An instant flash of love the light restored in muddy
Impeccable silk walking through the carbon cars aligned in static red at traffic lights, Chekhovian silhouette veiled in a cream-colored-blouse, a seagull’s flight over the cities’ web of wires and withered flowers offered for a coin. A surreal flash dove through my trembled flesh. How could I know you hid under her furrowed skin the
I bought myself a tuberose to honor that of ‘17 (the only stem that could take me from hell to now) that’s what I see inside the pearly little roses (a freight car bearing all whiffs of life) burst on a twisted-heading-to-the-essence rod (their perfume- instants from another life of sealed emotions). I bought myself a tuberose to
Worlds of Words 