time has no memoryA Poem by AnonHimMooseyet i strive to imprint my momentum to swerve its indifference that stings like a wasp disturbed by my steps in the darkening shrubs seized in the buzzing of its distancing wings augmenting the light on emerald stairs leaving me with the dull pain of coursing understanding for recovering what has changed on restless limbs to be framed in the burying rest of the hourglass. the questions that i enquiry for are writings on water disarticulated syllables that i order to find no reflection in nature's impermanent mirror; from which depths have the silences that replies been gurgling effortlessly for no cave to be hidden? there is no depth_nowhere where the minotaur's rage rests awaiting to breath in the senses the earth's intestinal secrets of dedalian recovered reason. everything is in plain feeling spreading its revealing veil where the sting hides, the breath inflames, and the reverberating caves where answer and questions circulate aimlessly in convalescence, are lived in the sand maddening rats race among the skin labyrinthic reasoning. © 2019 AnonHimMoose |
StatsAuthorAnonHimMooseprague, Czech RepublicAbouti once believed in stories_stories are what we are made of and it is in stories that we constantly seek to make ourselves a present to be given to others_but i have lost faith in how i can be represen.. more..Writing
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